The marks on Summer Ford were somewhat brutal, and even Ethan Laurent felt a twinge of heartache looking at them, yet he showed no sign of guilt.
Summer Ford didn't say much about it; such things weren't new to her.
Wrapped in his clothing, she leaned against the car seat, her gaze quietly resting on his face beside her.
Ethan Laurent, at this hour, still seemed quite alert.
His head lazily against the seat, his gaze also fell upon her.
His complexion had shed its previous sickly hue, his eyes especially deep and tranquil, and the way he looked at her seemed to hold an inexplicable lingering sentiment.
They simply continued to gaze at each other, making Summer Ford feel a bit uneasy, prompting her to awkwardly turn her face aside.
"Let's go back," she said nonchalantly, looking at the dark night outside the window.
"Actually, I prefer it here," Ethan Laurent said, his eyes fixed on the seat she was in, hinting at something.
