She was familiar with the way of the jungle, far away, and could hear the sound of the sea.
The high roof and white windmill of the villa had gradually been sheltered by the tall wood of the jungle, as she walked deeper and deeper, with tough branches stinging her arm and scratching a wound.
Regardless, she finally stopped in front of a towering tree.
If it wasn't for the pain, Irish would have thought last night was just a nightmare. At least, when the sunset, Joseph did not return.
When she got back to the villa, she went to sleep again, and after the sunset, it was eight o'clock in the evening when she woke up.
When Jessica saw her awake, she told her to go downstairs for dinner.
She came to the restaurant like a robot, and as soon as she sat down, Jessica prepared all kinds of beautiful dishes. But Irish didn't have an appetite.
Unexpectedly, Jessica said, "Miss Irish, you should eat more, if a woman is too thin, it's not good."
