On this journey back, whether getting on or off the car at Willow Yarrow's bedroom, Ethan Grant didn't use a wheelchair and held Serena Sullivan tightly.
He placed her gently on the bed, Serena spoke softly, "Please ask Anna to come in, thank you."
Her polite words made Ethan, who had just straightened up, pause for a moment, as the light in his eyes dimmed suddenly.
"Serena, let's talk."
"Talk about what!"
Serena curled her lips into a smile, raised her head, and her eyes looked through Ethan towards the outside window.
Night descended, Solaria was shrouded in darkness, even though the whole city was illuminated by lights, to Serena, night remained night.
"I'm a bit tired."
She had nothing to discuss with Ethan.
As she spoke, she lay down, using the quilt to cover her body and face.
Talk! What is there to talk about!
Even she herself didn't know what she wanted!
