Chapter 51: Nostalgia expressed in the snowy night

He stood with his back to the car, a cigarette burning in his hand.

Snow fell white, only the black car and him wearing a mysterious black cardigan. He smoked a cigarette in his hand, the light from the cigarette flickering in the night making me see his face clearly.

He was looking up at my window. At such a distance, I couldn't tell what kind of thoughts he had in his eyes.

For a moment, my heart skipped a beat. I turned around and hurriedly hid behind the curtain. I don't even understand why I have to do this. Apparently my room turned off the lights, I om, not sure if he saw me. But even if he saw me, I wouldn't have to hide, would I?

I bit my lip, put my hand on my left chest, then looked out the window and down.

Dominic is no longer looking at me. He is on the phone.

A thought flashed through my head. I rushed to the bed and reached for the phone.

At this moment, the phone rang and I pressed the mute button. Veronica lay on the bed, frowning a little, turned over, pulled the bla