"You should leave tomorrow."
Philip Shaw heard this sentence and abruptly released her hand, looking up at her in disbelief.
Aldana Candi lowered her head, slowly eating the potato in her hand, her voice light and indifferent: "I told you before, when you're mostly recovered, you should move out." Since Philip Shaw woke up, his recovery had been swift; now, only a scabbed scar remained on his chest and the back of his head.
He always had a beast-like vitality and has now fully regained it.
Philip Shaw said, "Dare you say it's not because I confessed to you that you're driving me out?"
Aldana Candi was startled for a moment, slowly lifting her head to look at him. His question was not clever, lacking the ambiguity and twists of an adult, directly asking what was on his mind without considering if it might embarrass others.
Childish like a young child.
Aldana Candi replied, "It has nothing to do with what you said."
