"It's too cold outside, come inside."
Brandan took her hand and walked toward the bedroom. Iris Harris had just recovered, she couldn't catch a cold; even a little cold or fever could be fatal for her and might cause a relapse of leukemia.
Iris entered the room, mysteriously winked at Brandan: "Brandan, before you came up, I saw something, and you have to explain it to me properly."
Brandan paused for a moment, looked at her with some confusion: "What is it?"
"This."
Iris raised her hand and took out something from behind her, "What is this?"
Brandan glanced down and saw what Iris was holding; his body stiffened for a moment, "Where did you find it?"
"I was sitting there blow-drying my hair earlier, and I accidentally opened the drawer," Iris pointed to the makeup table not far away, "and then I saw this."
