The door opened wider and wider. When the space was large enough for a person to get through, Kylie suddenly turned her back to the room.
She smiled like she didn't care at all. "I was just kidding! I'm not eager to know what's inside, actually." To not be able to walk away from Ethan for her whole life? She hadn't prepared herself for that yet.
The man felt an unutterable sadness; his body became stiff in an unusual way. He maintained his posture, leaning forward a little.
Kylie didn't dare to look back, afraid that she would be cursed for seeing something she shouldn't have seen. Kylie reached behind her and caught the man's hand, which was still on the lock. The always warm hand was now even colder than hers.
"I'll go change first." She didn't have the guts to look into his eyes, and escaped from his armpit, hurriedly running towards the bedroom.
