Amanda Smith turned deathly pale with fear. She unconsciously took a step back, and with this step, the person before her suddenly stood up.
She dared not move anymore.
How could he be here?
Was he here for her?
Wasn't it enough? She had already become like this, wasn't it enough?
Her eyes constricted slightly from terror, reflecting the man's handsome and delicate face as he stepped closer. Amanda unconsciously moved back until her spine touched the wall, feeling an icy coldness rising from the bottom of her heart.
She looked outside the door, how could Samuel Johnson be here? Where was Evan Willow?
The person who had always been there to protect her hadn't come, and yet Samuel Johnson was already standing in front of her. He seemed taller than five years ago, casting a shadow over her that left her unable to move.
"Amanda..." Her own name, coming from his mouth, brought only a pain sharp as a knife cut. She moved her lips slightly, whispering, "How could you be here?"