Under Ethan Sterling's urging, Seraphina Redgrave reluctantly climbed onto his back. She was so light that Ethan effortlessly stood up straight and walked steadily forward.
She had never seen the scenery from this height before; the evening wind was a bit cold, and the street was dimly lit.
The road in the distance was completely unclear, and no one knew what awaited them on the path ahead.
His back was incredibly solid, as if it could shield her from the wind and rain.
Since childhood, she had always relied on herself to solve all difficulties. Growing up, it was the first time someone told her that she could trust him and let him handle her problems.
Although she wouldn't stop trying because of those words, she couldn't help but be moved by them.
Seraphina wrapped her arms around Ethan's shoulders, watching his hair sway with his movements, occasionally brushing against the tip of her nose.
She couldn't resist reaching out to touch it.
