"What’s wrong again?" Koa Jackson was montarily stunned.
Mia Ginger laughed sheepishly, "Nothing much, just accidentally tripped and fell."
"Tripped and fell?" Koa Jackson frowned and said irritably, "Alright, I got it. Did you twist your ankle? If so, just stay put at ho and wait for ."
"I know," Mia Ginger replied softly and gently.
She let out a sigh of relief and hung up the phone.
The doctor quickly applied the dicine and bandaged her, then stood up and said, "A week or so of rest should do. Don’t put any pressure on your foot these days. There’s a pharmacy at the intersection, it’d be a good idea to buy a cane."
"I’ll go," Windsor Myres said, turning to leave as she finished speaking.
The doctor washed his hands and while handing Mia so dicine, he said, "Your friend seems quite enthusiastic. There’s no need to resort to a fight; you can always talk it out."
Mia asked him, "How much is it?"
"One three seven."
"Alright." Mia looked down, found the money in her bag, and handed it to him.
Without lingering, she used one hand against the wall and hopped out.
"Hey, I say..."
The doctor’s anxious voice faded behind her, as if she hadn’t heard it.
She was really fed up.
What kind of friend is she, you’d have to be sick to have a friend like this.
Breaking up was definitely the right call.
For the first ti, she deeply experienced the feelings that Camden River usually had—just two words, embarrassing.
Windsor Myres always did as she pleased, as if she never considered what anyone around her thought. She did everything based on her own moods, and the onlookers found it entertaining, even taking out their phones to record videos.
Being dragged into the one getting fild, she felt like an animal in a zoo.
Ridiculous and laughable.
Even had her wig pulled off on the street, isn’t that funny?
When the two just ca over, they jaywalked across the road, obviously that wouldn’t work now. Mia Ginger hopped along, holding onto the pedestrian bridge.
Eventually, she truly couldn’t hop anymore.
She lay on the bridge looking at the fast-moving vehicles below.
Like a tide.
The roads in this world are crisscrossed; every day, people like migratory birds move from one place to another, then back again, hustling mostly for livelihood.
Currently living comfortably, she found herself tangled up in trivial matters all day long.
Thinking randomly, Mia’s heart gradually felt peaceful.
Holding onto the handrail of the bridge, she continued to hop back.
How dirty the bridge is, she couldn’t care less; anyway, her hair, face, and clothes were all dirty, she already looked terribly shabby.
She ignored the strange looks from passersby.
Finally—
She finally got off the bridge, and as she looked up, she saw Windsor Myres.
Mia Ginger was stunned, too tired, so she simply didn’t care, sat directly on the steps.
Ouch, she quickly stood up again.
Windsor Myres quickly supported her, dropping the cane in nervousness, asking, "Is your butt okay?"
"None of your business!"
"I didn’t an to push you," Windsor Myres awkwardly said, "You pulled out a whole lock of my hair, it hurt like hell, can you bla for reflexively pushing you?"
"You’re not wrong, it’s all my fault," Mia laughed coldly.
"Alright, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have doused you or slapped you, but you retaliated too, I didn’t really get the upper hand, I was just furious, and when I asked you, you wouldn’t say anything."
"There’s nothing to say to soone like you."
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