When she turned around and held up her phone to film the other side of the stone bridge, she noticed the person who had been staring at her for a long time on her phone screen.
Her breath hitched, she froze for a moment, and instinctively stepped back two paces, nearly dropping her phone in fright.
The man stood motionless across from her, covered in snowflakes on his dark blue coat, his hair speckled with snow, surrounded by a vast expanse of white. The reflected light from the piled-up snow highlighted his handsome face, making it look slightly pale.
The man had eyes as dark as midnight, filled with a complex expression, steadily gazing at her.
Seeing Scarlett Yates had noticed him, the man no longer stood still, but began walking toward her, step by step.
The pristine black handmade leather shoes crunched against the snow with a creaking sound.
Every step he took made Scarlett Yates's heart jolt.
