As Summer Shawcross's words fell, Noah Drexler's gaze was fixed on her.
The light in the room was very dim, very dim, with moonlight spilling in through the window, falling on the bed. She sat there, and the moonlight quietly fell on her, accentuating her already fair skin, making it even more translucent and beautiful.
And the smile on her face was even more dazzling than the moonlight at this moment…
This scene made his gaze freeze.
After a long time, he finally moved his eyes away from her and looked out the window.
He did not deny Summer Shawcross's easy conclusion.
The ashes of his mother were scattered into the sea after all. She had said before she died that her heart had been bound her whole life, and that was the freedom she longed for.
...
—Knock knock!
...
The sound of two knocks on the door broke the serene and beautiful picture in the room.
"What's the matter?" Noah Drexler glanced sideways in the direction of the door and then said.
