It seemed that the person he had been waiting for had finally arrived.
The mountain frozen for millennia in the Arctic had a crack caused by a breeze.
It was almost unnoticeable, but it had a very significant meaning.
The man's clear eyes looked up slightly. His dark eyes were like the abyss as he locked his gaze on the slender figure running down the stairs.
Through the wooden handrails, he could only see her shadowy figure running down.
Her fair skin, tender cheeks, and long hair were contrasting each other, which made her surprisingly eye-catching.
At the next second, she reached the second-floor balcony and turned around the corner. Her cherry lips were slightly parted, and her breath was a little messy. Her long, curled eyelashes dangled down delicately as she focused on the road under her feet. She looked up…
It was just a glance.
And that pair of fair, peach-shaped eyes were fixed on him.
