Chapter 122: Fastest Helicopter

"Hey…"

I glanced at Steve, who took a seat beside me. I greeted him weakly before looking away again, playing with my fingers. I was staring at the veranda before me, looking at the beauteous scenery of Harry's garden. So far, none of Allen's troupes have made a move yet. The news spread like wildfire, so the whole city was awfully silent. It's like everyone is dead, and you're the only ones who were alive. However, that doesn't mean we need to tear down the walls we have built for months.

"How are you doing?" he asked, leaning against the railings. I sighed, looking down at the ground while playing with my fingers.

"I'm fine," I mumbled, almost whispered. Steve didn't say anything for a moment. Instead, he listens to the muteness beside me roaming his eyes around the whole area. I didn't mind if he would stand here beside me and say nothing. I know why he is here.