Polly Sutton chased downstairs and caught up with Emma Turner, who was leaning against the wall, vomiting.
"Senior sister, are you okay?" Polly ran to the supermarket next door to buy a hot drink for her to rinse her mouth.
Emma sat down on a bench, warming her hands with the beverage, "It's quite ridiculous, someone I once liked so much now makes me feel scared enough to want to vomit at the sight."
Polly sat next to her, looking up at the falling snow.
"Senior sister, I heard Matthew Moore say that you are now sponsoring several students to attend school. You're doing things you don't like, and all your earnings are donated just to atone for your sins. Since you're already atoning, why still torture yourself like this?"
Emma leaned back in her chair, the snow falling on her face, bringing a chill.
