The scorching air turned cool, and Ethan Fang suddenly came to his senses, realizing that he had gotten into the car without knowing when.
Seeing the man sitting next to him without saying a word, he leaned against the car door like a mouse seeing a cat, with rejection written all over his face.
Ethan Fang pursed his lips and spoke in a muffled voice after a long while, "Why are you here?"
There was a mixture of anticipation and uneasiness in her curious tone, and she would occasionally glance at the man's face.
Damon lowered his eyes and looked at his palms, "Something happened."
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