Miss Hilveld nodded.
"Build a ship, but why?" Fang Hong asked.
Miss Hilveld said, "Mr. Ade, do you remember when I said our ideals might be surprisingly fated?
Fang Hong recalled for a moment before he remembered there had been such a matter, but he still nodded with some confusion. The maid stepped forward to support the suitcase while Miss Hilveld let go and gently caressed the gilded carving on the leather with her fingertips.
