"There is no use crying. No one can help you but yourself." A slightly chilly voice sounded behind her. She looked back and wondered when Sandra had appeared behind her. She would always come and go like a shadow and say things at the most appropriate time. This time, her words might sting, but she spoke the truth.
She leaned against the door, her arms folded together. A memory from long ago flashed past her eyes.
"Sandr…" Lucia was suddenly at a loss. She did not know how to address the woman.
"You can call me by my name." Sandra straightened herself and walked out, but after a few steps, she stopped. She simply said, "Go touch up your makeup. You're doing it right by learning to be smarter. It will save you from suffering."
With that, Lucia watched her walked out as her lips quivered
