The man was dressed in black clothes and black pants, with a long black coat on the outside, and the gray scarf around his neck was the one Joanna had bought for him in a mall.
The night was dark.
He stood under a streetlight, the light casting a pale glow on his tall, upright figure, as if a faint halo was radiating around him.
In the crowd, he seemed to glow.
Joanna saw that he was holding a red electric hand warmer in his hand.
Of course, that hand warmer was not for Ashton Heath to keep warm.
It was prepared for her.
When Joanna saw the hand warmer, the corner of her lips couldn't help but curl up, and her heart felt sweet as if she had eaten honey.
She walked briskly towards Ashton Heath.
As if sensing something, the man whose eyes were looking elsewhere suddenly turned his head, and his deep black eyes instantly locked onto her. The once indifferent and distant gaze instantly turned tender and pampering.
