Crystal sat blankly, her expression wooden, and after a while, her gaze fell on the tightly closed door, furrowing her brows, only feeling that the scene just now seemed like an illusion.
Andrew has met an uncle, and coincidentally, it's Camilo?
Ridiculous.
But she didn't want to think too deeply about anything.
A sense of indescribable despair made even breathing faintly painful.
She fell back onto the bed, curling up, the blanket covering her, taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling, easing the unprovoked surge of low spirits.
Not knowing how much time had passed.
She lifted her eyes and in her drowsiness saw the glass of water on the bedside cabinet, staring at it blankly.
After a long while, perhaps affected by the medicine, she finally closed her eyes and fell asleep.
*
In the living room.
As soon as Camilo came out, Andrew ran over nearby.
"Uncle Camilo."
