Ose Owen stared at her back, and didn't reach out to grab her hand again. He knew she needed time to digest this sudden change.
The two walked into the training center one after the other, with Nathan Johnson following along.
The training center had five floors, offering dance classes, painting classes, calligraphy classes, Go classes, and more, generally enrolling children two to ten years old.
The painting class was on the second floor. It was just after lunch, and the children were playing in the classroom. After Crossley greeted the teacher, she walked to the classroom.
At the classroom door, Crossley stopped, turned to look at the man beside her, who had a tense face and an unreadable expression at that moment.
Unbeknownst to her, his steps were already hard to move. Watching the woman go inside, he took a deep breath, did not follow, and clenched his hands into fists, his dark eyes deep and unfathomable.
