Sensing that there was something wrong with Brandon, Savanna wanted to turn around, but he held her stubbornly. He pressed her against his chest so tightly that Savanna almost couldn't breathe.
He buried his face in her shoulder, and his tears gradually wet her clothes.
Savanna was shocked. "Brandon, you..."
Brandon did not answer her and did not allow her to turn back.
About three minutes later, he entered the bathroom with the towel. Soon, he came out again, and the green towel in his hand was replaced with a yellow one.
He put the yellow towel gently on Savanna.
It went on for a long time. Finally, he opened the door and went to the terrace. He stood by the white railing and quietly looked at the golden sunset on the horizon. The last afterglow of the sunset shone on his face, making it even gloomier.
After a long while, Brandon pushed the door and entered the room.