Vanya's POV
Cliff looked at me, rubbing his temple wearily.
I could almost read his thoughts, probably regretting not leaving me by the roadside.
With reluctance, he got out of the car, picked up five or six bags, and I silently followed him.
As soon as we pushed open the door, Cliff stood still as if under a spell.
Blocked from entering, I asked in confusion, "Hey! Cliff! Could you move inside?"
Following Cliff into the house, his face was as dark as the sky before a storm, extremely unpleasant.
I could distinctly feel his body tense like a rigid stick, every muscle radiating resistance.
I squeezed past him and saw under the dim, yellowish light, the living room had been magically set up with an exquisite candlelight dinner.
My heart sank the moment this scene came into view.
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