It was in the middle of the night. Diane sat on the chair with a tired expression, but she still stayed awake. From time to time, she looked at the door. When there were occasional signs of noise outside, she would immediately get up to listen.
“This bastard! It is already late yet he still has not returned from that place!” She cursed quietly. Suddenly, she sensed something strange. She stood up and immediately walked towards the door to open it. She saw a man standing at the door.
Diane was shocked when she saw an unfamiliar face. She instinctively stepped back and took out her dagger.
Rody shook his head and whispered, “It’s me.”
The familiar voice that said, “It's me” made Diane feet relaxed. She was relieved, then she put her dagger back in and looked at the person in front of her with a surprised expression. She whispered, “Are you… that Tulip? Your face…”