So that—
Should her happiness not even be too obvious?
What kind of logic is this!
If she got lost, it's her own issue; it's not like I lost her.
Do I have to be responsible for her mood?
Who takes responsibility for my mood!
And Bob Ginger, he's had so much of my care and attention since he was little, yet in just a few days, he's speaking on behalf of that bitch Mia Ginger!
It's despicable, absolutely despicable!
Zuri Ginger's heart trembled with hate, jealousy and anger burned within her, as if her whole being was being roasted on a bonfire, her gaze fixed tightly on Bob Ginger, yet she could only see a clear and pure scene within.
She used to like such a look, but now she utterly loathed it.
As if—
Only she was in pain, stuck in a mire of suffering.