Every limb felt like they were tied down with heavy iron blocks, even moving her eyeballs made her eyes sore, Aldana Candi stared blankly for a moment before slowly coming back to her senses.
She was held in Philip Shaw's arms, a warm breath came from above her head, she didn't know how long it had been, but he was still asleep.
She slowly escaped from Philip Shaw's embrace, raised her head to look at the clock hanging not far away. Four-thirty, she had actually slept straight until four-thirty in the afternoon.
Her stomach growled.
Utterly exhausted.
Every inch of muscle on her body had been thoroughly ravaged, she couldn't even lift a finger.
Aldana Candi lay flat on the bed, looking at the ceiling, and slowly quieted down again.
Tired and hungry.
She closed her eyes, no longer reacting, and slowly fell asleep again.
Ultimately, it was Philip Shaw who woke her up, dressed her, and carried her downstairs for a meal.
