It was late at night.
Victoria half pulled on her skirt.
She hurried after John.
Her cheeks were rosy behind the veil.
There were beads of sweat on her slender neck and delicate collarbone.
At this moment.
Her eyes were very bright, looking very happy.
When they came out of the building, the rain had stopped.
A cool breeze blew past. Victoria shuddered and touched her fair arm.
"Put this on first." A gentle voice suddenly sounded in her ear.
She then noticed that John had stopped walking.
He draped his black suit over Victoria's shoulders.
As for himself, he was just wearing a washed-out white shirt.
Victoria's hand was suddenly being held.
She followed behind John, walking on the sidewalk beside the main road.
John didn't think too much about it.
He was just showing concern for the future members of the Dawn Association.
