Noah never knew that Allen was capable of such humour.
He's now aimlessly walking down the hallway while looking like a lost puppy who'd been kicked out of the house, unknowingly deceiving everyone who happened to see him. In their eyes, he still appeared endearingly charming even with such a melancholic profile, but in reality, he's cursing a certain traitor in his head.
Spacing out, Noah didn't notice he just reached a vast field immersed in the tender rays of the morning sun which was fortunately lenient today. With such a clear weather, the place gave off a reposeful ambience. A festival of flowers danced along the blowing wind, painting the whole scenery in different hues and emotions. Absorbed in the dazzling picturesque view, Noah found himself rid of his foul mood.
