In the pitch-black night, the rain outside intensified.

Zoe gazed down at the silhouette standing outside the iron gate, fully aware of how uncomfortable Barrett must be with his legs exposed to the rain. Yet, she remained silent, observing without stirring any emotions within herself.

Her love for Barrett, once etched deep into her bones over the past decade, seemed to have waned.

If her past self witnessed this scene, she would have undoubtedly rushed out without a second thought.

In the past, Zoe couldn't bear to see Barrett in any trouble. Over the past ten years, she felt as though she lived solely for him.

The care and concern...