After Alla left the equestrian field, she saw dozens of luxury cars parked outside, and suddenly felt a little at a loss.
In a strange city, unfamiliar environment, and unfamiliar people, she knew no one. This sense of loneliness and solitude made her want to escape.
As she stood at the entrance, feeling heavy and oppressed, a slender, broad hand held her small hand tightly.
"Honey."
Casiano's cool and concerned voice sounded overhead.
Alla didn't dare look up at him, just lowered her eyes and looked at the hand that had let go of hers and then held her again.
Casiano followed her gaze and looked at their intertwined fingers, then suddenly realized that he had let go of her hand before.
