Luna Collins's pupils shrank.
His eyes were fixed on the figure under the dim street light.
He came alone and stood in the middle of the road in front of the Helu Mansion. The mottled light sprinkled on his shoulders, blending into the same loneliness as him. He suppressed his hostility and stood quietly. He was still wearing the same coat as last night, and his hair was a little messy. He looked like an ordinary man praying in front of a temple, crossing thousands of mountains and rivers just to ask for a look of mercy from the gods.
Luna Collins hurriedly took a few steps forward, placed his palm against the glass of the dance studio, and took a few breaths, creating a layer of mist on the glass.
Maybe he sensed her gaze.
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