"Is it because I didn't send you virtual cash? You're short of money, so you are here to find me, right?" I was embarrassed as I said, "It's not my fault. Nowadays, civilized mourning is advocated. The urban management officers don't tolerate the behavior of sending virtual cash anymore."
Brian put a pot of soup on the table, looking at me as if I had been seriously ill. Then he said, "Eat!"
I ate a lot with tears in my eyes. Upon looking up, I found that Brian hadn't even touched anything yet.
He sat quietly in the chair, supporting his head with his hand. His amber eyes sparkled. Smiling lightly, he gazed at me as gently as he could.
"Understood!"
I put down my utilities!
"I'll go buy some virtual cash. How much do you want?"
I got hit on the head.
"Elaina, are you seriously ill?"
Brian thought that I was sick.
I thought so too.
I never expected I could become a psychic and communicate with a ghost when I was 25. If I had been so capable earlier, I would have made a lot of money.
When I was a child, someone in my hometown was a psychic. Within only half a year, he became rich.
I had indeed missed a lot of opportunities to become rich.
"Why are you always staring at me?"