The car drove smoothly, the warm air was making people drowsy.
Her hand rested on the center armrest as she closed her eyes drowsily, falling asleep unguardedly.
By the time they arrived at the destination, she was already sound asleep.
The doors to Sinclair Apothecary were shut, but the lights were still on, the window screens emitting a layer of white hazy light.
The young girl was breathing evenly, covered with a suit jacket, her chin being supported by the man's hand, her sleeping posture was not elegant but somewhat charming and cute.
This scene was completely observed by Assistant Cheney.
It was unexpected that the usually aloof and indifferent Mr. Lowell would engage in such a simple and mundane act.
It was as if he had voluntarily stepped down from the "altar," affectionately favoring the young traditional medicine practitioner beside him in a simple, ordinary person's stance.
