Soon, Marty arrived in front of her.
When Evelyn saw that the person who came down was Marty, she couldn't help but be stunned. She asked subconsciously, "Why is it you?"
Marty rolled his eyes at her.
"Who do you think will risk their lives to save you at a time like this?"
She could tell how dangerous and difficult it was from his words.
Evelyn's eyes were red, as she felt like crying.
Perhaps at such a critical juncture, one would be especially fragile. At this moment, the usual tough facade she had been putting on slowly crumbled until it was reduced to nothing.
Tears fell silently, but were washed by the rain. It was hard to tell whether it was the rain or her tears.
Marty looked at her in silence.
She was usually either lively and beautiful, or sharp tongued. She rarely showed such a pathetic and fragile side of her in front of Marty.