As soon as Silas stood up, he found that the corner of the sleeve of his suit was hooked on something. When he lowered his head, he saw thin white fingers. The fingertips unconsciously curled, and the hand held on tightly to the ends of his sleeve, not wanting to let go.
Silas immediately tried to pull it free, but he failed to get it out of her grasp.
This woman had fainted, so how was she still holding onto the sleeve of his suit so tightly?
The man reached out his hand to pry her fingers apart. However, as he approached, he abruptly heard her whisper softly, "Sil, do not be unhappy… I will not leave you…"
Her voice made Silas stop moving, and he let out a frown. This woman called him Sil… It seemed that she had coaxed him in the same way that night.
Silas pursed his lips, and his originally calm heart seemed to be gently nudged by something soft yet persistent. This feeling was… truly incomprehensible.
