"Why did you come alone?" Kyle Kinston frowned, feeling that right now, she had a pale complexion, her lips devoid of color, and her clothes were somewhat thin, as if a strong wind could blow her away.
He took one of his sweaters and draped it over her shoulders, "Why didn't you wear something warmer?"
She pressed her lips together, her eyelashes trembling slightly, then slowly lifted her gaze, those dark almond eyes fixedly staring at him. Her gaze made him inexplicably uneasy, as if she were looking at a stranger, so distant and... indifferent.
"Have you come to tell me you've made your choice?" Under her gaze, he turned his head awkwardly.
