Phoebe was silent for a moment, then smiled again.
"You're not her, how do you know how she feels."
Olivia took another sip of water.
"But you're not Lucas Walker either."
Good advice is hard to hear.
Phoebe's hand holding the cup slightly tightened, skin rubbing against the cup, producing a faint rough sound, and ripples formed in the water inside.
Olivia calmly took another sip of water, then she put down the cup.
She stepped to the table to watch the two children playing chess, her tone already relaxed.
"Come, let me see... which little general will win?"
Perry looked at his chess pieces, "Brother, let's call it a draw?"
Gepard put down the piece in his hand, "Okay."
"It's ten-thirty, Mommy should be back for lunch. Shall we... make dumplings for Mommy?" Olivia suggested.
"I want shrimp filling, but... let's do tomato egg, Mommy loves that most," Perry said eagerly.
"What about little Gepard?" Olivia turned to look at Gepard.
