"Philip Shaw, I'm a bit tired, I want to take a nap."
Philip Shaw looked up, and he moved closer and gently kissed her face, "Sleep."
She looked terribly exhausted.
Her lips were pale too.
Philip Shaw watched her turn her back to him and lie down, her thin clothes outlining her slender back, she seemed as fragile as a snow doll about to shatter, as if she would melt away when this spring passed.
He slowly lowered his head, his gaze falling on her curled-up foot lying outside the blanket.
The slender silver chain encircling her delicate ankle brought him an indescribable sense of peace and satisfaction.
An abnormal sense of comfort, but only by chaining her could he feel like he finally kept her.
No one could take her away.
She was his woman alone.
He reached out, held a section of the silver chain in his palm, and lowered his head to kiss the slender chain.
Like the most faithful devotee to a deity.
*
Aldana Candi fell asleep and didn't wake up for a whole day and night.
