However, what made her heart tremble the most was the name Tristan Sterling.
She hesitated for a moment, her fingertips hovering in midair, but eventually opened the chat window with him.
The content that appeared before her eyes made her breathing pause slightly.
Ever since she returned home, he sent her a message every half hour.
[Open the door.]
These two words were repeated six times.
Was he standing at the door waiting all this time?
This image appeared in her mind, so real it made her heart tremble.
Her heart suddenly quivered gently.
The emotion was indescribable, mixed with guilt, gratitude, and a trace of warmth she was unwilling to admit.
She bit her lower lip, trying hard to suppress the surging emotions.
Even through a door, she could feel his presence.
After a long time, she finally bowed her head and carefully typed out two words on her phone: [Thank you.]
