Samuel’s delicate mind sometimes was a pressure for Arana.
In her first few years abroad, being classmates and friends, they spent almost every day together.
After all these years together, she had already known his affection.
She knew that Samuel had a crush on her, but she was not in the mood for love. In order to keep distance for him, she even used Eason as a front to dissuade Samuel’s thoughts.
With so many years have passed, they knew well about their inexplicable affection.
The red haze of the evening spread across the sky, haloing it like a rich ink painting.
The white car drove to the city. Samuel drove smoothly even on the bumpy side roads with his white and slender hands on the steering wheel.
Arana sat in the passenger seat and called home but went unanswered.
“Weird.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, no one answered, probably they are out to play,” Arana frowned, “I’ll call Luke.”