Amanda Smith lowered her eyes, and her slender eyelashes left a faint shadow beneath her eyelids. Her features were delicate, and when she remained silent, she always seemed somewhat vulnerable.
Samuel Johnson took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but the flames that occupied his chest still burned uncomfortably.
There were some things he didn't dare to ask.
"Samuel," Amanda became increasingly uneasy in this quiet atmosphere; the man before her was like a keg of gunpowder that could explode at any moment, and she truly didn't know what to do. Amanda spoke up cautiously and softly, "Could you let go of me? The wall is a bit cold…"
Samuel Johnson stared at her for a while, making no move. After a moment, just when Amanda thought he wouldn't let her go, he suddenly released his hands.
Amanda breathed a sigh of relief and took a step forward, but the man followed her like a shadow. Her heart pounded with fear, and she couldn't help asking, "Samuel, is there something else?"