"You keep that book, and I can still give it to you." As Zayn said this, he looked at the night outside the glass, and his heart sank. "But you keep it for me. I have a hunch that there are more than one or two people who want this book at present."
Nia pondered for a while. Seeing that Zayn didn't seem to be joking, she put the book in front of her chest.
She nodded solemnly, as if she had received the sword and vowed to protect it. "Well, since Mr. Ali said so, then leave it with me first. I won't give it to anyone."
However, Zayn still didn't leave. He stood in front of the window with his back to Nia.
It was dark outside. Half of the lemon yellow curtains in the room were pulled open, and Zayn's angular face was reflected on the glass window.
His eyes seemed to be staring at the night.
He would never let go of anything he had missed.
