"Jessica, where are we going now?" Molly turned her head and stared at Jessica with an anxious look.
After coming out of the hospital, Jessica curled up as soon as she got in the car. She did not speak nor did she have any expression. It seemed like she lost her energy.
Molly was worried about her. She even didn't dare to speak loudly for fear of disturbing Jessica.
Jessica did not answer. Molly thought Jessica might not hear her words, so she wanted to ask her again.
At this moment, Jessica said, "Anywhere you like."
"Let's go to the airport and return to Hoover
City, shall we?" Molly asked tentatively.
Jessica looked up and met Molly's gaze.
Seeing her look of concern, Jessica thought for a moment and said, "Go back to the hotel."
Adults seemed to have no rights to feel sad about the same thing.
If one thing you felt sad about ten years ago still made you sad ten years later, it seemed you were useless.
There was always someone who could get what you strived for easily. That was life. Therefore, there was nothing to be sad about.
The car drove all the way back to the hotel where the crew stayed. Jessica felt drowsy and fell asleep on the way.
When Jessica came abruptly out of her dream, she opened her eyes and saw Molly look at her with a concerned look, even her brows wrinkled.
This was the first time she had seen Molly like this since they knew each other.
Jessica's lips curved into a teasing smile, "Molly, find yourself a mirror and see how ugly you look when you frown."
Normally, if Jessica said so, Molly would go crazy.
"Jessica, why not asks the director for leave? How about resting at home for a while?" Molly said in a gentle tone. She stared at Jessica seriously, looking as if she was a mature and reliable agent.
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