She always felt that the word "luck" had nothing to do with her life.
Being abandoned by her parents at birth was already a great misfortune, and falling in love again and again with people she shouldn't love was even more tragic. Coming to this island was anything but lucky.
"If I get the keys, I'll come find you," Aldana Candi finally told Hilary Candi, choosing her words carefully. "If I don't come, then I've failed. You shouldn't come looking for me either. Just find a way to get out by yourself in the future."
Hilary Candi nodded, "I'll be waiting for you in the room tomorrow."
Aldana Candi responded with a sound, then turned around and left, holding the fresh food in her hands.
Hilary Candi half-leaned against the tree trunk, looking up at Aldana Candi's departing figure in the sunlight from the shade of the tree.
So pure.
Just like new snow.
Walking gracefully under the sunlight, it was already a life completely different from hers.
