Chapter 480 - Thorn (2) (1/2)

Chapter 480: Thorn (2)

Bread is not beautiful

Probably ree with that statement because bread is just bread It can taste delicious, but it can’t be beautiful Of course, as for a cake with all kinds of decorations, it eneral, nobody will say bread is beautiful

But bread was beautiful to Lisa It was not just the kind of fancy cake with decorations Rye bread without special seasonings or decoration, baguettes just baked, or even the dough that was not yet baked but swelling in a circle was beautiful in Lisa’s eyes

She lived her whole life, thinking the dust inside the bakery was as pretty as snow And she had never thought that her whole life was shabby Her life was as beautiful as Jack’s In other words, it was valuable

“Valuable…”

At the Santa Monica Beach parking lot

Lisa was sitting still in her car It was not a neighborhood where it rained often, but lots of rain collected on the car s on that day They weren’t typical big raindrops Each of them, which see with the car s like flour

Nonetheless, she could see the sea She could look outside Even if those raindrops covered the car s, it looked as if the far-off sea was approaching her at any moment

“I just envy it It looks like ink, not raindrops, spilled over ht”

Lisatiot carried aith the sea waves fluttering fir raindrops It was not because she felt sorry for herself trying to hide her life collapsing inside the car

She just felt empty just like these raindrops beautifully stuck to each other drying up once it was daytime Just like the sea where soIt would be noisy with people again She felt like everything shi+ning in front of her was just less And she felt it was like her life

She wanted to be the sea, not rain She hated the type of life like rain just deserted on the ground carelessly, crushed by rocks, e to a place that no one remembered She wished she could always stand there firmly in her place, as always, like the sea

Suddenly somebody’s face came to her mind She aline The raindrops on the car s began to soak so over somewhere

By the time she drove back to her house, there wereon the tips of branches than raindrops falling from the sky She rushed into the house with an anxious expression, like sory She tried to turn the door key wrong three tied to open the door When she stepped inside, Ella ju room

“Mom!”

“Ella…”

“Where have you been? I’m so bored with Grandpa”

Lisa quietly smiled at her and replied, “A quiet place”

“You are so ain?”

While she was pouting, Ella pulled Lisa’s ar her h at the elementary school today Lisa stroked her hair with a quiet shter’s story She just liked it this time, namely some sort of war inside her that she shouldn’t feel so comfortable Her inner voice told her she should not stay complacent, and that she needed to be prepared

So Lisa asked questions she didn’t want to ask, revealing feelings that she didn’t want to express

“What would you do if I’one”

“Well, I o on a business travel”

“I’ll follow you!”

“Even if it’s a place where you can’t follow me…?”

Ella frowned at her words She couldn’t understand why her mom asked such a question She just could not understand the situation itself

Ella eventually repeated what she just said

“I’ll follow you anyway”

When she said that stubbornly, Lisa couldn’t say anything less to ask Instead, she asked, looking sorow to be later”

“Baker!”

“Baker? You said last ti to be a h Why do you insist on being a baker?”

Ella started rolling her eyeballs, hesitating to answer It was not clear whether she found it hard to answer, or she didn’t know the reason

When Lisa waited patiently, Ella soon began to carefully open her mouth