Eleven's pupil shrunk and her gaze darkened. "Waiting for me? Who exactly are you?"
Anthony approached her slowly with his body covered in snow. Once again, she confirmed that he had been standing in that position for a very long time. But why was he there?
"Little Seven…" Anthony called out her name faintly and smiled sincerely and kindly. "Aren't you happy that I was waiting for you?"
Eleven heart pounded crazily, even the wind and snow could not calm her down. He was saying things that were misleading again. 'Anthony, what are your intentions?' She did not believe that he had been separated from his lover in the snowstorm.
