I had never imagined I would see Joey in such a situation.

After three months, he appeared more composed.

His gloomy eyes fell on the hands Allen and I were holding, as if trying to pierce holes through them.

I instinctively wanted to let go of Allen's hand, then I reconsidered. There was no reason to shy away from it, as we no longer had any connection. So I continued holding Allen's hand openly.

Joey said nothing about it and stepped forward, handing me a flashlight.

"Come down the mountain with me. I need to talk to you."

I didn't know what we had left to discuss, but since he...