In the dim dusk, Sebastian' face was barely visible.
Elaria's smile slowly faded. She kept looking at him, not saying a word. Things over there were chaotic, and honestly, she had no clue when she'd return.
Charles stepped out of the car too. He looked at his son, then at Elaria, and gently said, "She's leaving now."
Suddenly, Elaria raised her voice: "Sebastian, Happy New Year!"
That "Happy New Year" wasn't just a greeting-it was a promise.
Sebastian, wait for me.
I'll bring Eric back.
Sebastian's lips curved into a faint smile. He couldn't see her, only knew she was downstairs. Anxiety welled up, and he instinctively waved in her direction. "Elaria, Happy New Year!"
A single tear slipped from the corner of her eye, but she didn't wipe it away.
One last look.
