She wanted to know, who could tell her, where exactly her future lay?
"What are you thinking about? So focused?" Shane Winchester walked to the bedside, following her gaze outside the window, but saw nothing peculiar.
"It's time to eat." Shane Winchester spoke again of his own accord.
"I'm not eating." Jackson Sully said gently.
"I made the fried Chinese flowering cabbage you like, eat a little at least." Shane Winchester patiently urged again.
Jackson Sully simply fell silent, no longer intending to persist in this argument with him.
"You need to eat to recover well. Your complexion isn't good today; even if you dislike me, you shouldn't joke with your health." Shane Winchester stood by her side, insisting.
Seeing that the women in front of him remained completely motionless, Shane Winchester wore a cold smile at the corner of his mouth: "Jackson Sully, do you think I can't do anything with you?"
