William Griffith didn't say a word, and Grace Harper stepped aside to let him pass, watching him walk away. What on earth was going on with her big brother, asking questions about women? It was strange. In Cherry Blossom Garden Apartment, their parents were not at home, and Cherish Turner was washing clothes and bedsheets. When her period came, it was inevitable that the stains would spread. If she didn't wash them today, leaving them until tomorrow would be even worse. She washed the clothes and hung them one by one on the rack on the rooftop. Freshly washed clothes, with the faint scent of detergent, smelled so good under the sun, fresh and natural.
After hanging up the laundry, Cherish picked up the plastic basin and was about to leave when she turned around and got a shock.
William was leaning against the staircase entrance, smoking and gazing at her intently.