Giana stood at the door of the house for a long time, not knowing what to do or say.
In fact, Giana had already thought and imagined a perfect scenario, along with a list of long sentences to debate whatever Dillon's answer would be when she tried to persuade the man to come back with her.
But when she had to do it for real and confront Dillon, Giana felt doubtful whether she could convince him to come back or not.
Behind Giana, the moon was shining brightly and the sounds of the nocturnal creatures made her feel even more restless.
How could the atmosphere be so calm when it was the exact opposite of how Giana felt now?
A thought of going back to town A without seeing Dillon had crossed Giana's mind, maybe it was not wise to drag Dillon into her own war, a long battle that had absolutely nothing to do with the man.
Especially when Giana couldn't reciprocate Dillon's feelings for her…
