Aldana Candi lowered her eyes and began to smile, but the smile carried an indescribable nuance.
Philip Shaw watched her expression, unsure whether she was happy or unhappy, he settled into a nervous silence.
Aldana Candi grabbed the crutch by the bed and gritted her teeth slightly as she got out of bed. Her legs and feet, which Philip Shaw had massaged last night, were not as sore as she had imagined; they were still within her tolerance.
She walked over and looked at the pot of vegetable soup on the wooden stump, a little surprised, "Where did the veggies come from?"
"When I woke up this morning, they were left at the door."
Aldana Candi let out an "oh" and said casually, "Then it must be those kids who brought them."
Philip Shaw glanced at her and then said, "After eating, I plan to go to the woods for a walk."
Aldana Candi found a piece of cloth to sit on the ground, and upon hearing this, she looked up at him: "Where are you going, and why?"
