At night, in the military base personnel's family area filled with sentry posts, there was a villa that, despite being very large, was almost devoid of decorations.
"Yisha?"
Seeing her daughter sitting on the sofa in a daze, hugging a giant plush toy, a tall woman walked over, worried. First, she checked her daughter's forehead temperature with her chin, then embraced her gently, asking softly,
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
Feeling the familiar warm embrace, the policewoman shook her head and then wrapped her arms around her mother's waist, burying her face deeply into her lap as she replied sullenly,
"I'm actually okay, it's just... just some things at work didn't go smoothly..."
"Is that so."
Hearing her daughter wasn't sick, the woman breathed a sigh of relief and then asked softly while gently stroking her daughter's smooth long hair,
"Is it still the matter with the Ryan Family? Are they still refusing the investigation?"
