The most infuriating thing was that he would actually come to check on her, catching her in the act of doing something bad...
Clarissa's shimmering eyes were still fixed on Daniel Shaw's captivating figure. Through layers of gauzy mist, he seemed increasingly unreal, and she could only vaguely make out an outline.
He stayed there.
Motionless.
It was hard to tell what expression he had...
A middle-aged man's steady voice came from her side, "Little one, it's going to get completely dark soon. If your family can't find you, they'll get worried. Let's head down the mountain, alright?"
Clarissa thought about it for three seconds, feeling aggrieved, then said dully:
"…Alright."
At first, as she began walking, Clarissa kept turning her head back every few steps, glancing again and again to see if that figure was still there, vaguely catching a faint shadow.
But gradually, there was nothing left to see.
Only a seemingly endless mountain path, cloaked in thin mist...
