His palm was warm and dry, unlike hers, which would sweat a lot when she got nervous.
Being held by the wrist by him, there was an inexplicable sense of security.
Gently going upstairs, gently opening the door, the light in the bedroom turned on, Zoe Lewis saw a clean and tidy room.
The room was large, just the size of the balcony was almost as big as her own room.
Unlike the luxurious and extravagant decor theme of the Lewis Family, Johan Niles' room had a tough and simple gray and white style, just like him, making people feel detached upon entering.
The room had a cold gray sofa, beside it a white marble table, on which two photos of Johan were placed, one from his childhood and one as an adult.
Zoe was instantly drawn to his childhood photo.
The little boy in the photo was wearing clothes washed so often they had turned pale, clean and tidy, with eyebrows that faintly resembled his current appearance, but with a bit of baby fat, less indifference, more childlike innocence.
