The passage of time felt unbearable. Luna Miller didn't leave but found a corner and started playing a game on her phone. Her fingers were not as nimble as they used to be, but she seemed never to give up; even if her ranking wasn't good, she still persisted.
From Charlotte Miller's perspective, Luna's immersion in her game was a good thing; at least she had found something she enjoyed.
The air suddenly grew quiet. Luna sat on the floor, drinking coffee and playing on her phone, appearing indifferent, but in reality, she was nervous; even her hand holding the phone was a little stiff. Annie Gray was just making tea and coffee, not daring to go back to sleep, staying with Charlotte on the sofa.
Whether from crying or the effects of staying up all night, Charlotte's eyes were red and swollen, losing their usual luster and becoming dim.
She knew Amir was a man who could endure hardships, but she felt an inexplicable heartache for him.
