The day Joy Parker left, the sky was unusually blue. The canopy of the sky reflected on the water, imbuing the heavens and earth with a piercingly refreshing blue.
That morning, Joy's spirits seemed better than usual. When she lifted the covers and got out of bed, her legs could actually support her weight. Since falling ill and being bedridden, she hadn't walked around for a long time. Now, she paced back and forth in the room for a few steps, then stopped, as if thinking of something.
When Jordan Guthrie came in, he saw Joy standing in the center of the room and was taken aback, calling out, "Joy?"
Joy looked up at him. She was relieved to find that she could see his face clearly today. She softly called out "Jordan" and then smiled, "I want to eat something delicious."
Jordan Guthrie stared at her blankly. As if understanding something, his face turned pale inch by inch, a hint of sorrow surfacing in his eyes. After a moment, he softly replied, "Okay!"
