Charlotte Thompson was a bit emotional, and aware of his fault, Adam Ross closed his lips and stopped talking.
Outside, the storm was getting stronger, the dark night was enhanced by the heavy rain, the sound of the rain breaking the silence all around.
With her thoughts in disarray, Charlotte slowly regained her composure. She tucked in her coat, moved forward slightly, and closed the window.
The sound of the rain was reduced after being blocked by the window.
Then a few messy footsteps came from behind. The two of them turned back together and beneath the white light, several children, rubbing their sleepy eyes, walked towards her in a daze.
The leader was Grace Thompson, the little girl's hair was messed up from sleep, and it stood up fluffily on her head.
Her dress was slightly wrinkled, her fair cheeks blushed a light pink, and her chubby hand rubbed her eyes.