She gazed at him almost greedily, forgetting to blink.
He was still the same, just thinner, with deep-set eyes and a high-bridged nose. His ink-colored shirt highlighted his perfect figure, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a dark blue striped tie at the collar.
It had been a long time, like a lifetime ago.
It was him.
No matter how he had changed, she would always recognize him.
He looked well.
His warm and dry hand supported her arm. Through the fabric, she felt the warmth of his palm.
Her gaze was intense, and even her breath quickened.
Her heart uncontrollably sped up, just like the flutter of their first meeting, the heartbeat quickened, sped up, almost leaping out of her throat.
Her blood started to flow backward, and her whole body heated up.
It had been a long time.
In the empty corridor, there was only the two of them.
She stared at him, forgetting to look away.
Sylvan Cheney furrowed his brow, "Do we know each other?"
