Atlas Hallow drove the car, rushing all the way back, and appeared somewhat impatient at every traffic light.
He had always considered himself the most patient person, but all this supposed patience vanished when it came to matters concerning Charlotte Miller.
How badly was she injured, and why did she not call him?
Questions like these troubled Atlas Hallow, his brow tightly furrowed, a deep line forming between his eyebrows. The light from outside the car reflected on his somewhat grim face. No matter how well they got along, it always felt like there was an invisible barrier separating them, and the closer and more intimate they became, the more evident this feeling was.
When he anxiously opened the door, his heart sank...
In this city of Chengshi, the winter night fell especially quickly. She hadn't turned on the light, leaving the room incredibly dim, only a subtle fragrance lingering in the air.
