Aldana was taking a nap on the sofa when she heard a nurse come over and gently nudge her, informing her that Philip Shaw had woken up.
The room was very quiet. Norris and the others had gone out, Ellen and Eric were upstairs, and the sunlight quietly laid upon the floor, leaving a grid-like halo. Aldana opened her eyes and walked over, seeing Philip Shaw lying there watching her with his eyes open. At this moment, he looked even weaker than he had during the surgery last night, his face so pale it seemed to have a bluish tint, and his eyes sunken. Over the past month, he had become much thinner than before he left.
He opened his mouth as if to speak to her, but no sound came out. From the shape of his lips, it seemed he had managed to call her name.
Aldana sighed slightly in her heart, stepped forward, and gently grasped his fingers that were hanging by his side. His fingers were ice-cold, but the palm was dry, resembling the texture of some kind of semi-dried plant.
