Faith Williams was standing at the front, knocking on the door, but the moment the front door opened, Eve Thompson's gaze instantly fell upon the tall figure.
The familiar person silently standing there made her heart ache, and a sudden urge to rush into his arms surged from within her...
Anthony Charlie... Anthony...
Her eyes reddened, as she fixed her gaze on the man.
The man stood there unmoving in the darkness.
But she could still see how much weight he had lost, so thin and gaunt, his solitary figure exuded an aching sorrow.
The door opened, he heard the sound and turned his gaze this way...
For a moment, their eyes met.
Eve Thompson's heart fluttered erratically.
Would he recognize her?
Her nerves made her forget to breathe.
Then, she saw him standing there calmly.
His dark eyes were black and deep, as if they had lost all light, as if nothing from the outside world could enter them again.
Time ticked by slowly.
His face was devoid of any expression throughout.
