In the end, it was just a glance at her as he was about to jump off the building.
She sat on the bed, hugging her legs with her chin gently resting on her knees.
The cold wind slowly blew in from the window, adding a bit of chill to the room.
There really wasn't any extra feeling. For eight years, he had been searching for Ellen Candi, and now that the dream has finally come true, he had no energy left to explain to irrelevant people.
Of course, he needed to take her away as quickly as possible.
Besides, she never really took his words "take you with me" seriously.
She closed her eyes, quietly waiting for another man's arrival.
Eric Candi had left for a while, and the door he opened was opened again.
This time, it was Philip Shaw, bringing a chill with him as he arrived in a flurry of dust.
The man walked into the room, glancing around before his eyes lingered for a moment on the open window, then seemed to understand something, turning his gaze to her.
