“LinChu-Qing（初晴）!Howlonghasthatarmbeengoiup!”
Thedoorknobturned.Mrs.Lin’svoice—irritatiooanger—cutstraightthroughthethinwoodendoor.
Crausedeverythiopushherselfupright.Unsteady,sheshuffledtothedoorandunlockedit.Hercheekswereflushedwithanunnaturalheat.Shewasn’tevenwearingherrimlessgssesyet;hergazehadgo,unfocused.
“Mom…”Hervoicewassohoarseitwasalmostinaudible.Sheleanedweaklyagainstthedoorframe.“IthinkIhaveafever…Itaketodayofffromeseliteraturecramschool…?”
Mrs.LinfrownedandreachedouttofeelCra’sforehead.
Itwashot—clearly.
ButMrs.Lin’sbrowonlytightenedfurther.Withlessthanaweekleftbeforemidterms,“gettingsick”oftentraosomethingelseinananxiousmother’smind.
“It’sjustalittlewarm.What‘seriousfever’?”Mrs.Linpulledherhandback,hertonefullofsuspiandseverity.“Cra,midtermsareintwoweeks.Areyoupretendingbecauseyoudidn’tfinishreviewingphysidmath,andyuilty—tooscaredtogotakethecramschooltest—sonowyou’reputtingonanae?”
Crafroze.Herfever-heavymind,alreadyfogged,wasstabbedawakebytheaccusation.
“I’mnotpretending…mywholebodyhurts…”shetriedtoexpin,butherweakvoicesoundedpaleanduselessagaiher’sforce.
“Don’tgivemethat!”Mrs.Lin’svoicesharpened.“Don’tthinkIhaven’tnoticedyht’sbeenonuntilowhtthesepasttwoweeks.Whoknowsifyou’redoingmath—orreadingthoseuselessextracurricurbooksofyours?”Hereyesleftnorootiation.“Highschoolersdosickthateasily.Thisisbecauseyouneverfocusproperly,becauseyourmindisalwayssomewhereelse—andnowyou’relookingforexcuses!”
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