Shi Ailin woke up, alone, heading over to her kitchen to brew some tea, eating a light breakfast. She glanced over at her window, which had a broad view of the neighbourhood. Wide gates and large estates surrounded her—her neighbours were amongst the elite.
The clock in her house ticked. She wondered why she even kept the damn thing; it was all she heard since the house was empty. But she tried not to dwell on the silence.
She knew that Shi Yen couldn't live with her forever, but she hated being left with her thoughts and little distraction.
Shi Ailin had picked up painting as a hobby, and she turned the living room into an art studio. There were white covers all over the walls and floors. There were paint bottles, full and empty, scattered in every corner and shelf. She had multiple projects on easels because while she's painting, another idea pops into mind, so she quickly draws a sketch, before circling back to the first.
