Immediately after, hurried footsteps sounded in the bedroom, and Noah Drexler furrowed his brows, worried she might stumble if she ran around!
However, her footsteps quickly returned and quieted down beside the sofa, leaving only some faint sounds. It seemed like she was placing something on the floor.
Her movements were very light. Although he couldn't see her at the moment, he could imagine how serious she looked.
Frowning, he patiently kept his eyes closed for a while longer, until he heard a lighter click, making his brow furrow tighter.
After some time... After Summer Shawcross had lit the many small candles arranged on the floor, she glanced at the clock.
It was precisely eleven fifty-eight.
She watched her phone, waiting for time to pass second by second.
Until it reached eleven fifty-nine and fifty-nine seconds, she held her breath, taking a deep breath.
"Open your eyes!" Her voice rang out at the exact moment the clock struck midnight on New Year's.
