The weather outside is particularly nice today, with clear skies and a deep blue hue.
The floor-to-ceiling curtains are drawn, allowing one to enjoy such a beautiful view.
When the two entered the room, Grace Parker was awake, wearing pajamas and leaning against the bedhead. Her complexion was good, her cheeks had a rosy blush; if someone didn't know she just had surgery, they wouldn't be able to tell she was a patient.
"Grace, how are you feeling?" Lorraine Hanson walked to the bedside, opening a thermos box as he asked, "Would you like some porridge?"
Grace Parker was staring out the window, but upon hearing the man's voice, she smiled and shifted her gaze. As she turned her head, she saw Tracy was also there; her smile slightly faded.
However, she only took a quick glance and then said to Lorraine Hanson, "I feel good, I'm a bit hungry indeed. Did you cook the porridge?"
