Aldana Candi slowly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart—this was as it should be, and it was the best peaceful resolution.
She sat as usual by the door, letting the sunlight shine on her.
She needed more sun to supplement calcium, as the doctor had once told her.
Not far away, the noisy voices of the small children reached her ears, chattering in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a bit annoyed and opened her eyes to see Philip Shaw holding a green flute. She didn't know where he had cut this bamboo or what tools he used to make it. She watched as he placed the flute against his lips, and an enchanting melody flowed effortlessly from him.
——He truly is a multi-talented genius.
The children had never seen a flute before and stopped their movements to look up at him, their eyes filled with curiosity and admiration.
