After Martin Wright came downstairs, he didn't see anyone. He went out of the hotel and looked around, but still saw no one.
He was only wearing a very thin layer of clothing, and as he stood outside, the cold wind made him feel a bit chilly.
His eyes lowered, he murmured to himself, "Could it be that I was mistaken just now, that person wasn't Mia Sutton?"
With this thought in mind, he turned to head back to the hotel, but as soon as he turned around and looked up, he saw someone in the distance.
The same figure, the same clothes, the only difference was the man beside her.
With the clothes slightly obscured, from his line of sight, it looked like the two people were holding hands.
Because the distance was quite far, he couldn't see clearly, but Martin Wright had a thought in his heart—it was indeed Mia Sutton, it had to be her.
At this moment, it felt as if the cold wind around him disappeared; he only felt that he must find out who the person next to her was.
