Amelia Clarke thought of the family of three she had seen in the elevator earlier, her eyes growing colder.
The night was heavy and cold.
Viola Harris suddenly stopped walking and pounded her head.
"I had such a great opportunity just now, and I actually forgot to ask for his number!"
The 'he' she mentioned, of course, was Owen Moreland.
It was all Owen Moreland's fault for having such a strong presence, which made her overly cautious when speaking to him. She was always afraid she'd say something wrong and upset him, and in her nervousness, she forgot to ask for his contact information.
Amelia Clarke was preoccupied with her thoughts and did not hear what Viola Harris was saying.
Seeing Amelia's distraction, Viola felt it was pointless to say anything more and decided to stay quiet.
As they were about to reach the dormitory, Viola's phone rang.
After the call, she stood in the draft, her complexion faintly pale, staring blankly as if she had been struck by something.
