Leslie didn't bother replying, just nodded vaguely and stood up, brushing off her hands. "I'll go check how Grandpa's medicine is coming along."
She opened the kitchen door, and the scent of herbal medicine drifted into the living room.
Walter sniffed the air. Huh, smells pretty decent, not as bad as usual.
Leslie came back and sat down, checking the timer.
"Twenty more minutes, then he can take it. Grandma, I want to see Felicia."
Just then, Felicia came downstairs.
She carried a small bucket in one hand, a wrung-out cloth in the other, having just cleaned the room upstairs.
Seeing her, Leslie got up with a bright smile and called out, "Felicia."
The girl standing there looked tall and graceful, her eyes curved like crescent moons, dimples appearing with her chee
