Daisy Ginger took a glance at Emily Ginger, who was obediently standing in front of the housekeeper. She was wearing a white dress, her hair was smooth, her clothes were neat; it seed the family’s servants were taking good care of her.
She had always been a likable little girl. When Abigail Perry was around, the family was partial to her, and now that Abigail Perry was no longer here, the family’s servants showed even more compassion for her.
As if fearing Daisy Ginger’s gaze, Emily Ginger cowered behind the housekeeper, peeking with curiosity but also a bit of fear as she looked at her.
"Young Madam, have you had dinner?"
Daisy Ginger shook her head, and the housekeeper imdiately called for soone to prepare a al for her.
After an eight-hour flight, Daisy Ginger felt a faint fatigue. She went over, sat on the sofa, casually picked up the remote, and pressed a few buttons to check the TV programs. The TV was broadcasting financial news from a few days ago, and she subconsciously put down the remote to watch, feeling the cushion next to her dip slightly.
She turned her head and saw Emily Ginger, who had sohow edged closer in a slow, hesitant manner.
Seeing her turn, Emily Ginger seed frightened, froze in her actions, not daring to move, only staring wide-eyed, cautiously looking at her.
Her deanor was very much like a young child. The doctor also said that her ntal age might only be two or three years old, similar to a small animal.
She recalled the ti when Emily Ginger stretched out her hand softly as a child;
Also rembering the rainy day, when Emily Ginger was facing a dead end and seeking help in vain;
If she had been a bit more patient with her that day, perhaps she wouldn’t have turned out this way?
After so many things had happened, Daisy Ginger felt her heart wasn’t as sharp as before, and she wasn’t as impatient with Emily Ginger as she used to be.
... She was the only person in this world who still shared a blood relation with her.
This thought arose, and Daisy Ginger felt her heart was like being soaked in moist water, carrying a bit of humid vapour.
Previously, Edward Stephens often said, she’s your sister, and she always dismissed it. Only now was she gradually realizing the weight of those words.
After Alice Lesser passed away, she beca a rootless floating plant in this world, unattached, with her last connection to this world completely severed.
And now, looking at Emily Ginger’s face, which bore a slight resemblance to hers, the empty void in her heart seed to be filled.
She never was, as strong as she imagined.
Living in this world, people seek reliance.
Just like Ethan Pond and Zoe Hilker, though both orphans, they still embraced each other for warmth, and she was the sa.
Daisy Ginger, sowhat weary, smiled at her and reached out, gently holding one of Emily Ginger’s fingers: "... Let’s get along well from now on."
"..." Emily Ginger seed afraid of being touched, her hand slightly trembling, but she didn’t break free from her grasp.
She stared wide-eyed at her own hand held by hers, then looked up at Daisy Ginger, her eyes carrying a bit of confusion, yet also exhibiting a small animal’s closeness and trust.
Daisy Ginger leaned against the sofa, watching her cautiously crawl over, gently nestling beside her.
Then called her: "Sister."
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When the housekeeper ca out to invite Daisy Ginger for dinner, Daisy Ginger had already fallen asleep sitting on the sofa.
Emily Ginger was curled up in attachnt next to her, her fingers clutching Daisy Ginger’s arm, sleeping deeply as well.
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