In just half a year, someone had completely infiltrated her life.
She stared at Chariot's knee for a long time, then removed the star, unpinned it, and deleted the chat box.
She didn't want to keep this old bully in such a conspicuous place.
She poked Norton's black profile picture: "Old Shameless."
Exhausted from the past few days, Sinai fell into a deep sleep.
Night fell quietly.
After an unknown length of time, the door opened soundlessly.
A tall figure stood silently by the door.
The light from the hallway blurred his features.
In the darkness, the man's dark green eyes were particularly striking.
Norton's eyesight was good, and he didn't need any light to see.
He could see everything in the bedroom clearly.
He bent down, picked up the quilt that had fallen to the floor, and glanced sideways at Sinai, who had rolled to the edge of the bed.
One more roll, and she would fall to the ground.
