chapter 179 The passage of time + fate = the romance of love

Another gust of wind blew, and the umbrella at the door was blown everywhere. Adam ran out quickly and reached out to grab the umbrella, but the sleeves on his knees fell into the snow. Jesus quickly lent a hand, and although his clothes and face were covered with mud, he still maintained a decent smile. On the other hand, Callum, the pampered young man, sat alone at the dining table from beginning to end, motionless, without blinking, as if he was in a trance.

Amid the crackling...