"Sierra?" Quentin Shaw hesitantly stopped in his tracks. After having a meal, he passed by this place, and with just one glance, he saw Sierra Summers standing with her back to him at the corridor's exit. How could he not recognize that silhouette?
He hesitated for a long time before following his heart and walked up to Sierra Summers.
Her complexion didn't look good, as if she had a lot on her mind.
Quentin Shaw watched her with some concern, unable to suppress the affection and worry in his heart, wanting to reach out and touch Sierra Summers' face.
"What are you doing..."
Sierra Summers snapped back from her thoughts and saw Quentin Shaw reaching out to her. She stepped back a few paces, looking at Quentin Shaw with little understanding, "I've made it very clear to you, Quentin. If you didn't understand, I can say it again."
Quentin Shaw froze, withdrawing his hand in mid-air.
