Evelyn Wilson hadn't finished speaking, when suddenly Mia Richardson burst into a fit of laughter.
Mia Richardson laughed while slapping her thigh and looking behind Evelyn Wilson.
As time came, Mia Richardson was taken away, her figure vanished, yet her laughter lingered in the space, mocking, proud, and ecstatic.
Evelyn Wilson kept her original posture, not turning her head, already knowing who stood behind her.
The air became heavy, making each breath incredibly difficult.
A long time passed.
Evelyn Wilson stood up, turned around, and looked toward the doorway.
Alexander Scott stood there, hands in his pockets, those usually emotionless and cold eyes now covered with a millennium's worth of frost.
Evelyn Wilson felt the blood in her veins slowly cooling, while her heartbeat gradually accelerated, each rapid pulse stirring her into disorder.
"You... when did you arrive?" How much of her conversation with Mia Richardson had he heard?
