Aldana Candi was sent to take care of her, and Hilary Candi was quite willing to take on this task.
After closing the door, Hilary Candi took an apple from the fridge and asked Aldana Candi, "Do you want some?"
Aldana Candi glanced at her weakly.
"I don't think you have the appetite either." Hilary Candi bit into the apple, speaking without remorse.
"If you're going to eat, just eat, can you stop talking?"
Hilary Candi clicked her tongue lightly, walked over, and looked at the weak Aldana Candi lying on the hospital bed.
Her hair was fluffy and rough, slightly yellow in the sunlight. But the two people who run wild on the island restrain themselves for her, showing that they do treat her a bit differently.
If Aldana Candi could be a little smarter and use this difference to her advantage, she might live better on this island.
But seeing her current state, it was clear she wasn't thinking and acting too wisely.
