In the car, Daisy Ginger sat in the passenger seat, a broken toy bear placed on her lap, her head lowered, lost in thought.
Edward Stephens opened the car door and got in. Seeing her dazed and sullen expression, he reached into the pile of torn fabric of the toy bear and pulled out the bunch of recording equipment inside.
Daisy didn't react much, she only raised her head and gave him a glance.
Edward toyed with the small black recording box in his hand and asked Daisy, "What's inside?"
"It's been broken for a long time, can't be fixed." Daisy said blandly, "...A birthday gift I once received."
"Who gave it to you?"
"..." Daisy glanced at him, pursed her lips slightly, and said blandly, "It has nothing to do with you."
Edward had given her quite a lot in the past, but she never knew how to cherish them, she lost some, broke some, and only when the person was gone did she subconsciously go back to sort things out.
