Aldana Candi was held horizontally by him, feeling slightly uncomfortable. Seeing that he was about to carry her upstairs, she couldn't help but say, "Eric Candi, put me down."
Eric Candi looked down at her.
Aldana Candi softly said, "I want to be in my wheelchair."
Eric Candi said, "The wheelchair is wet. Bringing it up would dirty the carpet."
Aldana Candi glanced at the rain-soaked wheelchair, hesitated for a moment, and finally didn't say anything more.
Aldana Candi's soft, long hair was damp with moisture. Eric Candi took a dry towel, grasped a bundle of her long hair with his fingers, and meticulously wiped it clean bit by bit.
Aldana Candi looked at the continuous rain outside the window and couldn't help but say, "Eric, what do you think Philip Shaw will do to Mr. Smith?"
