Nell Harris quickly went to grab the clothes and bedsheet hanging on the Balcony.
Dylan Young just stood by, watching her.
The clothes were hung a little high, and Nell Harris couldn't reach them. Dylan Young reached out to help her take them down. The two of them sat quietly like this, while outside, there was a thunderstorm, yet on the Balcony, it was silent and stifling.
Having put away the clothes, Nell Harris turned to leave. After taking a few steps, she stopped, hesitated for a moment, and turned back, only to see Dylan Young still standing there without moving.
Nell Harris bit her lips and spoke up, "It's so late... why aren't you asleep yet?"
"Neither are you."
"I... I woke up because of the thunder. I remembered the clothes weren't taken in from the Balcony, and I was worried the window wasn't closed, so... I came out..."
She heard Dylan Young's low chuckle: "See, when you lie, you like to say a lot of words, clearly, you weren't asleep."
