She was lost in thought.
Eric Candi watched her for a while, then slowly retracted his gaze.
Aldana Candi dried her hair, stuck the hair dryer back into the drawer, then came over to open the blanket, snuck in and started to sleep.
She turned her back to him and said, "You'd better not stay here any longer. Philip Shaw might come over."
Eric Candi's movements paused, he tilted his head to look at Aldana Candi, who had turned her back to him.
She only left the back of her head for him.
She didn't speak anymore, her breathing turned even, seeming very tired, and she soon fell asleep.
Eric Candi threw the boxed lunch into the trashcan, walked over to sit on the couch, and looked at Aldana Candi lying on the bed.
In his life, he didn't have much demand for quality of life; living in a villa or in a leaky hut made no difference to him.
These years, he had been doing the same thing over and over, just accepting tasks and then searching for Ellen Candi's traces.
