Julius Shaw had never eaten this kind of thing and wouldn't try to, completely unaware that cotton candy would melt after a day.
Even though it was so cherished and reluctant to let go, in the end, this was the result.
Julius Shaw sat dazedly in front of the cotton candy.
He felt sad, as if the cotton candy represented Nancy Allen.
No matter how much he loved and cherished it, in the end, it would not belong to him.
Nancy Allen woke up, went downstairs to find breakfast ready, but didn't see Julius Shaw anywhere.
Usually, by this time, Julius Shaw would have been up, respecting her privacy and waiting for her downstairs by the dining table.
Nancy Allen asked, "Where's Julius Shaw?"
Joyce shook his head, "He hasn't come downstairs, probably still asleep."
Nancy Allen felt something was off; Julius Shaw was not one to sleep in.
She got up and went upstairs, knocking on Julius Shaw's door.
There was no sound from inside, making Nancy Allen even more puzzled.
