Ellen Candi looked at her expression, apart from a faint weariness, she couldn't discern anything else. Her eyes deepened slightly, and then she didn't say anything further, just held Aldana Candi's hand and walked downstairs.
"It's already two or three in the afternoon, I've waited for you all morning, and you were sleeping on the couch. Come with me to eat."
Aldana Candi sighed lightly and went downstairs with Ellen Candi.
After having a lunch that was several hours late, Aldana Candi and Ellen Candi basked in the sun in the garden.
The glass greenhouse still carried traces of her past usage. Aldana Candi opened the door and walked in, finding the unfinished cashmere yarn in a drawer.
Seeing these old items now, the mood was different from the past.
Aldana Candi took out the cashmere yarn, holding it in her arms, planning to knit Philip Shaw a scarf in the coming days.
