Under the big sun, they come down from the mountain.
Lucy stared at someone who was walking in front and didn't like to talk to her. If looks could kill, Layla would not be standing here right now. "Layla, you climb up like this every morning just for sending a bowl of dumplings up. How determined you are. Everyone will get tired of this food if eating it every day. I don’t know if aunt eats it, but that Jeff seems to be getting fatter and fatter. Maybe what you sent every day went into his stomach."
"Miss Lewis..."
"My name is Lucy! Lucy! Not Miss Lewis!" Being called so distantly again, Lucy immediately blew up. "I have reminded you eight hundred times! And I am one year older than you. You should respectfully call me Sister Lucy."
Sister... Lucy?
Layla felt goosebumps all over her
