Under the moonlight, the boy's face was covered by a gold-colored mask, and all that appeared before the crowd were those deep starry eyes and the crimson lips lightly pressed together.
A black coat casually draped on the boy's shoulders, hands in pockets, quietly standing behind the man, the moonlight spilled down; what should have been a serene and beautiful scene turned cold and frigid as the boy's words were spoken, dramatically lowering the mood.
The man and the burly guy beside him, at that moment, felt as if they were standing atop an iceberg, the unrelenting chill piercing and overwhelming them, leaving them nowhere to hide.
"I'm telling you, if we don't make it back today..."
"I never intended for you to go back."
