"Hmm, yes." Iris Harris turned around and walked into the house, sitting on the edge of the bed with her head down, drinking milk. "I had a nightmare and just woke up. Then you came."
Strange to say, she usually couldn't sleep so soundly, but today, for some reason, she fell asleep as soon as she touched the bed.
Sophia Sutton stood there, her gaze inscrutable, not knowing what she was thinking.
Iris Harris turned her head in confusion: "What's wrong, Sophia?"
She didn't know if it was her own illusion, but she always felt that Sophia Sutton's expression was a bit odd, as if she had something to say.
Sophia Sutton lowered her eyes, hiding the turbulent waves in her gaze, walked over to take the milk cup from Iris Harris's hand, and said lightly: "Nothing. Miss Harris, you can continue to sleep. We're returning to Casselvia tomorrow."
Iris Harris smiled slightly, "Okay. You should rest early too."
