Hope Williams froze, staring dazedly for a long time as if she couldn't believe it. It took her a while to react, afraid it was a dream she'd conjured up. She didn't dare to look up.
The man squatted down in front of her, tilting his head to look at her, unable to help but smile faintly.
Hope stiffly looked at the person in front of her, "You..."
"Not dead." Liam Cloud's voice was as casual and laid-back as ever, as if he didn't care at all.
Hope stared blankly ahead, at the man's handsome face, dirty silver hair, even his black shirt had some burnt holes, yet he was still smiling, a carefree and unrestrained smile.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly.
She repeatedly stared at Liam, almost a full minute, as if trying to confirm the reality of the person in front of her.
Liam raised an eyebrow at the sight, "Ha, too scared to recognize me...?"
Before he could finish speaking, he was enveloped in the girl's soft embrace.
