Ember reluctantly raised her head and saw his black-gloved hand in front of her. She accepted it without saying a word. He helped her get up, but even before she could stand steady on her feet, her feet were up in the air—she was in his arms.
This time, her small face turned red once more but for reasons she couldn't understand.
Was it fear, or something else?
She didn't resist his actions and quietly let him carry her. Without her noticing, she wrapped her arms around his neck as if it was the most natural thing to do, causing him to flinch before resuming his usual cold face. When she looked at his handsome face, it was without any emotions, making it difficult for anyone to guess what he was thinking.
