The faint scent of geraniums spread and quickly permeated the entire room.
After taking a shower, Hilla held the covers tightly, her eyes closed.
Orlenna put the soup by the bedside before she glanced at the reluctant Margaret at the door and said softly to Hilla, "It's cold today. I've turned on the air-conditioner in the room. Margaret is worried about you, and she wanna be here. If there's something you don't want to tell me, you can talk to her."
Because they were about the same age and were both girls, Orlenna felt that it should be easier for them to communicate with each other.
However, she forgot that they were not on good terms in the first place. Hilla didn't respond, but Margaret ran over and said, "Mom, I don't want to be with her. Now that she ignored you, why should I care about her?"
