She lifted her head to look at the tightly closed door upstairs, pressing her lips firmly together, with a flash of pain in her eyes.
She had come to accept her own difficulties as usual, yet she couldn't bear to see Ellen Candi tossing and turning in such pain.
What on earth happened back then that she encountered Philip Shaw, and what happened that she ended up stranded on a deserted island.
These questions, Philip Shaw had never spoken to her about, but now she didn't even know if she should ask.
After all, it was something unrelated to her, she had never felt so clearly as she did now, she had no qualification to be involved in the past between Philip Shaw and Ellen Candi, from beginning to end, she was an outsider.
Thinking of this, a dull heaviness rose in her chest, she lay on the sofa, resting her head and gazing at the ceiling.
