"Where are you?" she asked.
"At your house's entrance," he replied.
She paused, then quickly hurried out of the room, heading towards the gate of the Quinn residence.
Under the moonlight, a silver-gray sedan was parked at the entrance of the Quinn residence, and a tall figure stood beside the car. The silver moonlight cascaded over him, serene yet so beautiful.
Underneath the jet-black hair was a face with sharp features, exquisite features like the most refined creation of God. At this moment, those deep eyes, akin to the night, were looking at her, as if countless words were spoken through the gaze.
The moment she saw him, she felt something swelling in her chest, an emotion even she found unfamiliar. But almost instinctively, she rushed towards him and hugged him tightly.
"Kyle..." she merely called his name, saying nothing else. Or perhaps she had so much to say but didn't know where to begin.
