The two walked on, one ahead and the other behind.
Viola Thompson trailed behind Terrence Lentz.
His trench coat was long.
Almost level with her ankles.
From this perspective, she looked like a child wearing an adult's clothes.
Looking from Viola's point of view.
The man's figure was tall and slender.
The moonlight fell evenly on his body, revealing an air of aloofness.
The man walking at the front suddenly stopped.
Viola didn't manage to stop in time.
Crash.
She ran into him directly.
His back was as hard as a wall.
Viola covered her nose, which had almost been broken, and took a few steps back.
"Are you okay?"
"Um... I'm fine." Viola's head was buzzing.
Fortunately, her nose was real; otherwise, the implant would have been knocked out.
Terrence Lentz had never experienced this, he just wanted to wait for her for a moment.
"Does it hurt?" Terrence continued to ask.
"It's not hurting very much now." Viola rubbed her nose.
