Amelia's voice was very low, sounding a bit coquettish.
Daniel Cooper's heart instantly softened, and even the frustration lodged in his heart seemed to dissipate, "Wait, I'll be right there."
After Amelia muttered a low "hmm" and hung up, it dawned on her that she hadn't told him where she was.
But it didn't matter, even if she didn't tell him, he would definitely find her anyway.
The sky was still showering a misty rain, falling on her face icy cold. She tightened her coat around her and got up, heading for the front gate.
When Daniel drove over, he could see from a distance a woman standing there waiting in the misty rain.
She hugged her arms and wrapped her clothes tightly, her already slight frame seemed unusually frail.
The gate light shone brightly, crystalline raindrops shimmering in her hair, her small face looked pale in the light, wet hair sticking to her forehead, her gaze staring into the dark night sky, lost in thought. She looked particularly pitiful.
