Tercy Mason could only stall for time. "Clarissa, let's wait a bit longer, okay?"
"But we've already been waiting for so long..." Little Clarissa pouted her lips, filled with grievance.
"..." Tercy Mason felt an ache in her heart seeing her like this, as if she were her own daughter. She could only try to change the topic. "Clarissa, are you hungry? Shall we let Xavier Gale buy you something to eat?"
"I'm not hungry."
Little Clarissa's big watery eyes fixed on the path up the mountain, hoping a familiar figure would emerge from it. "I just miss Mommy... wuu wuu wuu..."
"Clarissa, don't cry now. Mommy will be here soon."
Tercy Mason coaxed her, raising her hand to gently pat her back. But it was no use—Clarissa's tears streamed down relentlessly, one after another.
This made Tercy Mason deeply anxious.
And besides, her own mood was already down. Seeing Little Clarissa cry, she couldn't help but feel her own eyes burn, as if she might cry too...
