The small garden of the apartment where Atlas Hallow lived was lush with flowers and trees. It had strict entrance controls, so outsiders couldn't get in, making it feel like it was just the two of them here, empty enough that even his words seemed to echo.
"Since you already understand, why do you still want to do this?" Charlotte Miller looked at Atlas Hallow, her delicate eyebrows furrowing, a trace of exhaustion on her face accompanied by helplessness.
He risked his life to save Mia. If she claimed not to be moved, she would be lying to herself, but it was only just moved. She didn't want any further entanglement with him. This man was like a fierce poison; even a touch could be deadly.
"I can't help but act; do you understand?" Light flickered in Atlas Hallow's eyes, a visible hint of agitation.
