She stood up, her right hand tightly gripping the suitcase handle.
"It's getting late, I still need to tidy up the new place. I'm heading out first."
The wheels of the suitcase made a soft rolling sound on the floor.
It was as if she was taking steps away from this house, and steps towards a new beginning.
Just as she pushed open the door, she saw a tall figure standing not far away.
The corridor light was somewhat dim, outlining his slender silhouette.
He stood there with his hands behind his back, his posture steady.
His gaze fell on her.
It was Curtis Prescott.
His eyebrows and eyes were still stern.
But when he saw the suitcase in her hand, a flicker of emotion passed through.
"It's so late, where are you going with the suitcase?"
His voice was deep, with an undeniable concern hidden within.
After saying that, he took a few steps closer and looked down at her.
She could feel his eyes lingering on her face for a long time.
