Looking at Jennings, who was crying and rushing out of her car, Hilla smiled elegantly. She smoothed back her curls on her shoulders, looked up through the window, and saw a man standing not far away. She was slightly stunned.
The smile on her face quickly faded. Sitting in the car, Hilla quietly watched the man walk toward her step by step.
He was carrying a suitcase in his hand, with a familiar look on his face. For a moment, Hilla felt that they had never been separated.
Bruce walked to the window and slowly knocked on it. "Can I get in the car?"
Hilla calmed down and finally recovered herself from thoughts. She blinked and slowly opened the trunk of the car, pressing the lock. She got sore eyes.
When Bruce sat in the car, Hilla only felt a familiar aura coming towards her, and then she was locked in a warm and familiar embrace.
"You were so fierce just now. Give me something so I'm not scared."
