These past few days, perhaps because Tommy's condition had stabilized a lot, she seemed more energetic compared to before.
However, that was only a relative improvement.
As she walked from the door, she appeared somewhat thin, perhaps due to the exhaustion from this period. Her originally well-fitting skirt now gave off a loose and flowing impression.
Her long hair drifted casually behind her head, fluttering like a butterfly as she moved.
His heart throbbed along with the movement of her hair.
"Have you been waiting long?"
He shook his head, and soon the waiter came forward with a menu. He handed it to her, "What would you like to eat?"
She looked at the menu, full of greasy dishes, and shook her head, "Just give me a glass of milk."
