Chapter 17

I stared at Frost in disbelief, stunned to see her actually standing downstairs.

She wore a knee-length beige trench coat over a camel turtleneck sweater, her long legs accentuated by black skinny jeans, exuding an air of intellectual sophistication.

One hand casually tucked in her pocket, the other scrolling through her phone screen.

She seemed to have been waiting for quite some time.

"Frost, what are you doing here?" I asked in surprise.

She looked up at me, her eyes twinkling with amusement,

"Where are you off to? I'll come with you."

She opened the trunk of her car, revealing a deep brown suitcase inside, clearly having prepared in advance.

"Frost, what's this......" I began hesitantly,

"You're not fully recovered yet, you shouldn't be following me around."

With that, I grabbed my luggage and headed straight for the complex entrance.