Oscar Moreland went upstairs, easily finding Sophia Wilson's room, and gently pushed open the door.
The door hinge didn't make a sound.
Sophia Wilson sat in the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, wearing loose loungewear, legs curled up in her arms, her hair down, not tied up. Her figure was well-maintained, from the side she looked almost no different from when she was young.
The light bathed her, still the way she looked when she first captured his heart.
Oscar Moreland stood at the door for a moment, took a step inside, closing the door behind him slowly, and walked towards her.
"What are you doing here?" Sophia Wilson's indifferent voice floated out, the room was brightly lit, making the glass look like a black mirror, clearly reflecting everything in the room.
The moment the door was pushed open, she saw Oscar Moreland.
