The little goldfish ran over barefoot and instinctively reached for the door handle.
Milton Bryce stopped her.
"Let him cry for a while," Milton Bryce said, letting out a long sigh.
The little goldfish's eyes reddened instantly; she pressed her lips together, staring longingly at the tightly closed door, as if she could empathize with Aaron Ray's inner pain.
...
After venting his emotions, Aaron Ray came out and lay wordlessly on the bed.
Milton Bryce went to clean up the bathroom.
Inside was filled with the stench of urine, blood, medicine... as if there was also the salty and bitter scent of sweat and tears...
Milton Bryce focused on his work, thoroughly cleaning the bathroom, then washed his hands and went back to Aaron Ray's room, saying to him, "Young master, as long as you're alive, there's hope. We now have the little goldfish with us, and she will definitely heal you."
