Getting off, Ann looked up at the upstairs.

The light next door was on.

With her eyes closed, Ann lifted her feet upstairs and did not meet Brandon at the door. Inside, she lay limp on the sofa, not even turning on the light.

After a long time, she heard the balcony movement, slightly opened her eyes. The curtains were open, and in the moonlight she saw a figure standing there.

She heard the sound of a lighter. Brandon drew heavily on a cigarette between his fingers and exhaled smoke.

Neither of them spoke, and there was silence.

Obviously the two distances less than three meters, but they seemed far...