Chapter 402: Exchanging Names is the Beginning of Trust

But to say companion would be a stretch, a toy would be more apropos.

The cool night breeze blew gently, lifting the walnut-colored strands of hair on her forehead, her smile fleeting.

She lowered her gaze once more, half submerged in the shadows of the flowers, her expression outlined by the red light murky and indistinct, with only a hint of loneliness and sorrow showing in her eyes.

"Alex..."

Suddenly, she softly called out his name.

The hollow sound seemed to rise from the depths of his soul, shaking his consciousness, and it inexplicably brought about a strange palpitation, accompanied by unfounded bewilderment.

Alex, that was his name.

But something seemed to have changed just now?

Then, the Traveling Poet came back to his senses and looked toward the girl ahead, only to see her lifting the hem of her dress and turning to walk down from the flowerbed.

"Walk with me?" she asked, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly.