Feeling a guilty conscience, Ava bit his lip, suppressing the tension in his heart, and looked at the balcony next door through the opened small gap.
Brightly lit, the man is wearing a bathrobe, leaning on the railing, holding a goblet in one hand, and looking at her. The deep eyes are shining like obsidian under the light.
Ava held her breath, raised her hand on the curtain, and couldn’t help grasping the curtain. For a long time she turned around and leaned against the wall, and took a breath with her head up.
Then when the mood calmed down, she opened the curtains again, this time she looked at him boldly.
Even… there was even a glimmer of hope, hoping that he would find her, and that he had been looking at him when he found her.
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