Along the way, Lucille's wet clothes had dried up. She wanted to return the jacket to Kylian, but when she thought of his mysophobia, she said, "I'm going to throw this jacket away for you. Do you mind?"
"Nope," he replied.
The moment he passed the jacket to her, he had no intention of getting it back.
Lucille got out of the car. She rolled up the jacket, threw it into the trash can, and then left with the lotus. "See you later."
She didn't think they would meet in the future, though.
She left without hesitation.
Kylian remained where he was and leaned against the seat of the off-road vehicle. After a long time, he slowly reached out his hand and tore off a mask as thin as a cicada's wing from his face.
The face under the mask was handsome and bewitching. Below his sharp eyebrows, his eyes were deep and bottomless, and the half-smile on his face was soul-stirring. However, upon taking a closer look, the look in his eyes was colder than ice.
It was Joseph.