If he answered, he was Maxwell.

He stood still and didn't move, his gaze quiet as he stared at her.

Serena ran a few steps and realized he wasn't following her, inclining her head in some confusion, "What's wrong?"

It was as if she didn't know what she had just shouted, her demeanor so natural.

They were like two playwrights with the most awkward acting skills, clearly able to see through each other's tricks at a glance, yet they had to cooperate so seemingly if at all.

This is a tug of war, who first can't stand it, who will lose.

She called him Maxwell, he should not, means he...