Hannah was also angry, but she knew being angry would make her age faster, so she quickly adjusted her emotions.
She sat cross-legged under the large floor-to-ceiling window, propping her head up with one hand while diligently reading a novel placed on her lap.
The soft light from the window spilled onto her, casting a warm glow on her entire being. Her side-profile was exquisite, her skin was fair, and she exuded an exceptional aura.
The camera captured this scene, beautiful as a painting.
The live stream chat started discussing recent interstellar gossip.
Commander's Longing Stone: My husband has gone off to negotiate with those wandering negotiators at the frontier. I have no idea when he'll be back.
Broken Glass Shard: The interstellar isn't at peace lately. I heard that the raiders had started robbing all over again, they're just bandits!
