The afternoon seemed unbearably long, with Lyra finding nothing to occupy herself with. She eventually went to the dance studio Uncle Tim had set up for her in the estate.
A dancer's body is always incredibly supple, but if they do not practice consistently, their body will gradually revert to its initial state before dance training. Once engrossed in her dance, she would forget all about eating and resting, dancing for hours on end until her whole body was drenched in sweat.
Today was no different.
When evening rolled around, Lyra had dinner by herself.
At the dinner table, she placed the vibrant red rose into a white porcelain vase, which was extremely pleasing to the eye.
With nothing else to do after dinner, she took the script for "Lotus Pavilion" and went to the balcony on the second floor, curling up in the pigeon egg chair to quietly read.
On the table were the fruits, honey milk, and the moved rose that Uncle Tim had prepared for her.
