So finding a partner to invest had already become a matter of urgency.
Outside, the sky was gloomy, as if it might come crashing down at any moment.
It was about to pour...
Alice Robinson thought irritably as she leaned her head back against the chair.
Staring at the slightly yellowed ceiling, realizing how old everything here was, she suddenly understood that time had slipped by quietly without her noticing.
She still remembered how, as a child, she loved it when her father lifted her up...
Once, her father was in the study, and she pestered him to hold her, so he lifted her high, letting her little hand touch that pristine white ceiling...
Back then she had a pencil in her hand; mischievous as she was, she used it to draw a flower on the ceiling, and that flower had remained there ever since...
Only now, the yellowing ceiling had gradually swallowed the pencil's color, making everything feel like it belonged to another lifetime.
