When Vincent came out of the room, he found someone squat at the door.
Emily curled up and leaned against the door. She wore pink pajamas and half her face was exposed. Her eyelashes were long and her long black hair hung down to the floor.
She slept soundly like a kitten, and her breathing was even.
Rex whispered at the door, "She's been here since 5 o'clock. I asked her but she didn't speak, just squatting here."
Vincent flipped his hand and Rex left quietly.
The guards who stood against the wall also disappeared one after another. The entire corridor was left with Vincent and Emily. The air was serene and quiet. The air after the rain penetrated through the open window, mixed with a hint of floral fragrance, accompanied by bursts of birds. It seemed that one could smell nature.
Hazily, Emily opened her eyes. Suddenly, she saw a magnified handsome face in front of her. She muttered, "Mr. Vincent?"
"What are you doing here?" Vincent rubbed her head.