Irish did not move but looked at the pastry, which looked familiar. Daisy naturally found out her doubts, then smiled, "They are bought from your favorite shop, and Mr. Dover always said that you like to eat that cake, so he specially ordered me to buy it. My trousers are still wet, and you have to eat something. Mr. Dover is still upstairs in the meeting, so he can't eat."
Irish's throat was blocked, and she took the wet tissue to wipe her hand and took out a snack from the plate into her mouth. After just a bit, the familiar taste quickly pulled her back to the memory. In the picture, there was also pattering rain, she and Joseph sat in the restaurant, and he smiled at her, who was gobbling with gently indulging eyes.
Thinking about it, her nasal cavity began to sour, and tears came out again.
This really surprised Daisy, and she quickly took the tissue to wipe her tears,
"What's the matter? Don't cry."
