Cynthia's POV
I was fidgeting, but it had already happened and there was no point in me fidgeting. I seemed to have been numb to these things, and powerless to resist, just like a person who only encountered one earthquake in his life, he may cry out and pray before the disaster came, but if a person always encountered more earthquakes, he may still calmly sit at the dining table to make a cup of coffee.
I just hoped he got tired of these tricks and left me alone soon.
I was thinking this when Winnie yelled at me and I looked up and she was waving at me. By now she had changed into a riding costume, straight calves wrapped in riding boots, the maid behind her was helping her put on the helmet to protect her cervical spine. She looked very excited and kept waving at me.
I shook my head,
