Inside the stone house, a little female with curly silver hair retched until her eyes turned red. Tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto her delicate collarbones.
After a violent fit of coughing, she was hit by another bout of dry heaving.
Seeing this, Ophelia hurriedly set down the sugarcane and Bone Knife in her hands. She rushed over to Ali's side and gently patted her back. It took quite a while before Ali finally coughed up the sugarcane pulp stuck deep in her throat.
Ali looked at her with tearful eyes. "Ophelia, this stuff is so hard to swallow."
"You don't need to swallow the sugarcane. Just chew out the juice and spit out the pulp," Ophelia explained in a low voice, wiping the girl's tears with a beast skin handkerchief.
Ali nodded, half-understanding. "Like that?"
