She sighed softly, her voice surprisingly gentle: "Baby, are you crying? Tell me, why are you crying?"
After a few seconds of silence, he sighed again, asking with guilt in his eyes, "Is it because of me?"
Joanna stared at him blankly.
After looking for a while, she reached out her hand and touched his face, pinching his handsome cheek lightly.
Only when she felt the warmth of his face in her palm did she confirm that she wasn't hallucinating.
"Ashton Heath?" She wasn't entirely sure, so she softly bit her lip and called his name.
"Mmm, it's me," Ashton Heath replied softly.
Joanna looked at him doubtfully: "You... how did you end up here?"
Ashton Heath fell silent for a moment before telling the truth: "Aria Rowlett called me and told me you were here. She said you were drunk and didn't feel comfortable with you going home alone. So, I came."
Joanna: "..."
