In his eyes, she was still just a child.
**
After handing the purchased items to the supermarket delivery staff, the two went upstairs.
A café at the elevator entrance.
By the window, at a table.
Two women sat facing each other, chatting happily.
One of the women glanced out the window inadvertently, and her gaze suddenly froze.
She hesitated for a moment: "Sally, is that Sinai? Look."
The woman named Sally raised her head, looked over, and frowned: "It should be her."
Sinai's beauty was too striking.
Especially her natural platinum blonde hair, which was extremely rare even among Westerners.
Her features were different from pure Westerners, yet remarkably beautiful.
Many in the base were also speculating about what lineage Sinai belonged to—Germanic or Celtic, neither seemed quite right.
Her origins were still a mystery in the base.
But ever since she completed an A-level experiment, no one dared to look down on her in the underground levels.
