The paper lanterns illuminated the entire long alley, and a slender and graceful woman at this end of the alley was slowly walking towards him, step by step.
Charlotte Miller's gaze fell on that car, and from within the car, the man slowly lifted his eyes from the swirling white smoke. His deep eyes had shed the usual coldness and severity, gradually becoming soft.
He had never felt this way before, as if seeing this delicate figure gave him a sense of warm belonging.
It seemed like the person he yearned for and missed was right in front of him, bringing a sense of peace and security.
He looked at Charlotte, waved at her, and Charlotte slowly walked to the side of his car, opened the door, and got in.
These days, it could be seen that Atlas Hallow had a repressed anger hidden in his heart.
The car slowly drove out of the street, entering the bustling night scene.
This city's nightscape, she hadn't properly admired it in a long time.
