The voice was cold and hoarse, lingering between her teeth, instantly causing Matilda Jenkins a sudden tremor in her heart, a sharp pang.
She paused there, slowly lifting her head to meet his eyes.
He still looked the same as the last time they met, his face pale as snow, devoid of color, with soft brown short hair neatly on his head, and a distant, lofty gaze.
There was a faint smile on his face, polite, aloof, yet so likable.
Matilda Jenkins: "It's... you."
He: "It's you."
They spoke almost simultaneously.
Matilda Jenkins' heart throbbed with pain, yet it also began to beat with joy; she was so happy to see him again, truly see him again.
Scarlett Glenn had previously promised to help Matilda Jenkins find him, but with so many people attending the event, locating him quickly had been difficult.
Now, before Scarlett Glenn found him, Matilda Jenkins had already seen him, and her hand was trembling the entire time.
