It was early autumn, and the weather in C city was starting to cool down.

These past few days had brought a cold spell, with temperatures plummeting below ten degrees.

Seated by the French window, the woman wore a thin, off-white sweater, with a light blue overcoat draped over her.

The fragmented sunlight filtered through the trees outside, casting a soft shadow over her figure.

In the gentle afternoon light, she appeared serene and graceful, yet when her gaze fell upon Aunty Raquel, it seemed somewhat vacant, with a hint of paleness that couldn't be concealed.

Aunty Raquel was usually the most articulate person, but in Zoe's presence, she was...