In the dimly lit room, the man stood in a silence resembling an ice sculpture.
Angela Summer slightly lowered her eyes, pursed her lips gently, sighed softly, and turned away.
*
In the deep quiet of the night, Philip Shaw walked out of the study.
The long corridor was bathed in a muted light, and everything seemed especially tranquil.
As he reached the doorway of a room, he instinctively stopped, his fingers touching the doorknob.
He looked up at the bedroom door before him.
The vermilion solid wood door had once confined her here for a long time before the mansion on the mountain top was finished.
He didn't know how long it had been since he last visited this place; ever since Aldana "died," this room was left sealed. No one had touched anything inside, and he didn't even dare to glance this way again.
It's almost laughable to say that while this place never brought her any pleasant memories, it has now become a source of pain for him.
