Night is approaching.

William Black came out of the room, and there was not much expression on the face , but the whole person exuded a kind of breath of keeping strangers away.

It was not until he saw Mary sitting in the courtyard drinking tea that a light attachment appeared at the bottom of his eyes.

Maybe because his eyes are too focused, or Mary Kinson is sensitive. After a while, she looked sideways and looked at him.

William Black approached under her glare, and they faced each other face to face.

Mary Kinson's lips were slightly open, and she swallowed back what she wanted to ask.

In front...