Still playing at unrequited love, Kyle?
At this moment, Kyle Kinston was merely staring intently at the person not far away. He deliberately concealed himself, so there was no worry that she would notice him.
His gaze was unwilling to leave her for even an instant, as if the suppressed longing from the past few days erupted upon seeing her.
Why did he so desire to watch her? The more he watched, the more nostalgic he felt, as if merely being able to look at her was something he had longed for countless times.
Was this a deep-rooted yearning for destiny? Or was it something else…
Every time he saw her, it seemed to stir within him a complex mix of emotions like sadness, regret, and something else.
But what's the matter? He had found his lifeline; he should be happy, shouldn't he? What was there to be sad or regretful about?
Suddenly, another figure entered his line of sight, cloaking his eyes in a shadow.
Atlas Shaw!
