The second book written for my wife.
She looked over, looked at me seriously for a while, moved her lips, and finally said nothing.
I have never seen anyone who talks so little, and she probably has never seen anyone who talks so closely.
After an hour's bus ride, it got a little dark.
He wanted to send her home, but he refused until he seemed a little angry, so he gave up.
Everyone goes back to their own homes, each looking for his own mother.
Of course, I found out later that her mother was not at home.
In her family, there is only one grandmother, one sister, and one white cat.
