He wore a long black coat, merging with the night, even his scarf was dark gray, hidden in the darkness, not particularly noticeable.
At this hour, there was no one moving in the neighborhood, everything was silent, not a sound to be heard.
Jasmine Yale reached out to wipe the foggy window—yes, she wasn't seeing things, it was him.
Her long eyelashes fluttered, and she quickly shifted her gaze, looking down at Little Clementine in her arms.
Little Clementine stretched her neck to look out, not knowing what she was seeing, her eyes more sparkling than ever.
Jasmine just wanted to move her away when she opened her mouth wide to cry.
Jasmine had no choice but to hold her by the window.
Just then, Sylvan Cheney suddenly turned around, raising his head, looking towards her position.
Her apartment wasn't high, plus all the surrounding lights were off, making her place stand out particularly.
Sylvan's heart stirred as he saw her daughter.
