Jaylene's footsteps hesitated slightly, but ultimately she walked over. Alexander Preston's handsome face appeared somewhat blurred under the dim lighting.
Watching her approach, Alexander cleared his throat and gently called out, "Jaylene."
Although his voice was soft, it carried with it a lingering sadness. Jaylene's nose tingled inexplicably as she listened to the low and gentle words. Perhaps it was the windy night, or perhaps it was the memory of their past.
Back in those days, whenever she had any trouble, he'd always be by her side, providing her warmth and help as much as possible.
Alexander's face looked unwell, with faint scratches on one side of his face and bloodshot eyes. Despite this, his eyes were still sharp and focused intently on her, as if he simply could not get enough of her.
Jaylene felt warm tears well up in her eyes. She tilted her face aside and suppressed her emotions. By the time she looked at him again, her face was calm and composed.
