Even when he went to Washington, in the same city, Second Brother didn't call to meet her.
Candy smiled slightly, but her eyes were not as bright this time. She said softly, "He had a high fever of over 39 degrees and it wouldn't go down. I don't know why he got himself into such a state; he almost lost half his life. I picked him up and took him home, and just like that, we became buddies."
"Then... did Second Brother ever go back to Washington?" Daisy Grant's voice was especially low and tense.
Candy looked at Daisy Grant and smiled, sipping her milk tea and leaning back on the bench in a comfortable pose, replied casually, "Yes. He comes to Washington once a year, and every time he comes, we always have a gathering. That's our annual promise. He never stays longer than three days in Washington."
Daisy Grant smiled faintly, her expression indifferent, her fingertips slowly tightening.
Second Brother goes to Washington every year, yet he never contacts her to meet.
