The meaning of his words left no room for Sophie to misunderstand.
She leaned against the door.
A cold wind blew through the hallway, brushing against her cool hair.
She felt a bit cold, but she had no urge to seek warmth.
Because she didn't need to seek it; the warmth was right in front of her.
But now, this warmth carried something else, making her heart race and causing her to hesitate.
It seemed that a certain moment was inevitably approaching.
Just like birth, aging, sickness, and death are unavoidable, even someone who claims to be indifferent will have moments of heartache.
Sophie looked into his eyes.
The light behind him created a halo effect.
He was incredibly handsome, the most handsome man she had ever seen.
He was also someone Sophie knew she would never forget for the rest of her life. More importantly, she couldn't control the fact that... Sam meant more to her than many others.
