Melody Nelson raised her head, rubbing her eyes, feeling a bit embarrassed: "I don't know what's wrong with me either, seeing you cry makes my heart hurt too. Sis, is there something wrong with you?" She paused, asking cautiously, "Can't you tell me?"
Iris Harris smiled, but shook her head. Her expression had already returned to its usual calm demeanor, with an innate coolness. She stood up from the sofa and went to the bathroom to wash her face.
After washing her face and coming out, Melody was still sitting on the sofa. When she saw Iris coming out of the bathroom, she looked at her longingly, like a little rabbit.
Iris walked over, smiling faintly: "Go wash your face and get some sleep."
Melody looked at her smile, feeling a bit disheartened.
She could tell that Iris wasn't planning to tell her what was going on.
Perhaps in Iris's eyes, she was still a child and couldn't help solve the problem.
Although, it was indeed true.
