Aldana Candi walked over, silently lowered her head, and took out her key to unlock the door.
The man stubbed out his cigarette and casually tossed it into the trash can, then stood up and entered the room.
His steps were slow, his gaze gliding somewhat nonchalantly across the room filled with traces of their past life together, then he said to her indifferently, "I didn't expect you to come back here."
Aldana Candi placed the wontons and noodles she was holding onto the coffee table, then sat on the sofa, lowering her head to unwrap the food packaging.
"I don't have anywhere else to go."
She brushed aside the strands of hair hanging beside her cheek, took a sip of soup with her eyes downcast, and calmly spoke to Philip Shaw.
He seemed to have chuckled, walked over to sit beside her, and lightly tapped his fingers on the glass surface of the coffee table: "Give me the chopsticks. I haven't had dinner yet."
Aldana Candi glanced at him, "There's a wonton shop downstairs."
