Agath

Chapter 31

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"What should we do?" Ymir sat on Yeorman's lap and asked casually.He held a strand of blond hair in his hand, as if having a good time.

"I think . . . we're going to love New York."

"When are we leaving?"

Yorman didn't answer immediately, he put one arm around Ymir's waist, and lifted the other's face with the other hand, and dropped a soft kiss on his eyes.

"Tomorrow night."

There was a "bang", as if something fell to the ground.

Ymir and Yeorman raised their heads at the same time, and saw that Bestra had just left the bedroom and was standing at the stairs. The cup in her hand fell on the carpet under her feet, and the coffee spilled all over the floor.Her eyes were fixed on Ymir's feet, as if she saw something terrible.

"Sorry." In the end, she just dropped this sentence, and then ran away in embarrassment.

Bestella sat on a chair in the hair salon, still replaying the scene she just saw in her mind.

There must be something wrong.she thought so.She didn't understand why those shoes were obviously for herself, but now they were worn on her son's feet.

"Madam, what do you think of this hairstyle?"

Bestella looked up and looked at herself in the mirror.She cut her brown hair short to look less haggard.The increasingly severe headaches tormented her so much that she lost weight rapidly in just a few months.The originally healthy and rosy face was now lifeless like a flower that was about to wither.The eyes of the person in the mirror were dull, and he lost his previous look, as if he had aged many years.

No wonder.How could such a self fall into the eyes of the young and elegant Yeoerman?

Bestra laughed self-deprecatingly.

"That's it," she said.

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