Today, she wore a light blue floral long dress with her hair simply tied up. Sitting there, she looked fresh and elegant.
Perhaps because her body was too thin and pale, she didn't have the allure of a mature woman her age should possess, looking about the same age as Jim Sinclair.
Just a face in her early twenties.
Jim Sinclair was chewing on his steak while observing her. Her features were delicate and gentle, like a stream flowing under a peach tree in spring, clear and pure. He stared for a while, lost in thought, until Philip Shaw kicked him hard under the table, waking him up with an "ouch".
He raised his eyes and saw Philip Shaw glaring at him coldly. This time, he indeed felt a bit guilty, awkwardly rubbing his curly hair and laughing foolishly.
Aldana Candi was eating the steak Philip Shaw had handed her. Hearing Jim Sinclair's scream out of the blue, she instinctively looked up at him, asking with her eyes: "What happened?"
