She seemed to always bring him novelty, allowing him to experience something different.
Street stalls, roadside clinics, makeup parties, and now, this rapid and tense heartbeat.
Archer Quinn had never experienced such feelings before—hidden tension and anticipation, uncontrollable longing when out of sight. These were all beyond his grasp, yet strangely, he did not resent them.
The store door reopened, and Bella Acker leaned out halfway from inside, "Senior Quinn, it's so warm in here, why aren't you coming in?"
"Coming." Archer Quinn looked at her small face, slightly flushed from the warmth, his gaze gradually softening and becoming indulgent. He thought, since he had never experienced such feelings before, why not take a step forward this time and boldly try it out?
With this thought in mind, Archer Quinn stretched his long legs and walked towards her.
After the two had finished eating ramen, Archer Quinn escorted Bella Acker back to the hotel.
