When Pamela woke up, the first thing she saw was Joshua's smile.
She was lying on Joshua's thigh.
She held her forehead and sat up slowly.
"Are the black wooden boxes in your bag again?"
Joshua nodded with a wry smile.
"I'm sorry, Pamela. I don't want to hide it from you, but I think it's better for you to know less about this."
Pamela shook her head as if she wanted to sober up.
"Well. I see."
Then she turned to look at Joshua, who was sitting beside her.
"You too. Those wooden boxes are not something good.
"You shouldn't touch those things so often."
Joshua nodded.
"Don't worry, I know those things are not something good."
That's why I want to gather all of them and destroy them all myself!
He thought to himself.
Pamela raised her head and looked out the window. The sun had already set.
She had slept for so long.