She looked at the man sitting on the sofa, fiddling with the safe on the table, and spoke softly, "Casiano, thank you for preparing all this for me."
After entering the password on the safe, Casiano lifted his handsome gaze to her, "Come here..."
The way the man in front of her said those two words, 'come here,' reminded Alla of the past...
Back then, at Mansion Number Eight, the most he ever said to her was 'come here.'
But what used to be commanding and indifferent was now warm and tender, as if he had given all his gentleness to her.
Alla put aside her past thoughts and walked over to him. Before she could stand still, the man pulled her down to sit on his lap.
He wrapped his arms around her from behind and lifted his long hand to open the safe on the table...
When Alla saw the cream-colored scarf, her photo, and a piece of letter paper mended with countless pieces of tape inside, her expression stilled.
