The night was as dark as ink. The gray Cullinan blended into the night, slowly fading away in front of Molly, the red tail lights glimmering like fleeting fireworks.

Ocelotte was here one moment and gone the next.

“I miss you, Ocelotte.” Molly stood in the darkness, murmuring softly. The wound on her knee split open, blood dripping onto the gray concrete floor, forming a stark and heartbreaking contrast. Her small, almond-shaped face looked pale, almost ghostly in the black night.

Suddenly, the car ahead came to a stop.

With tears at the corners of her eyes, Molly's lips trembled uncontrollably. Yet, she managed to force out a fragile smile.

Ocelotte!

Ocelotte!

Molly ran toward him quickly, forgetting the bleeding knee and the boundaries Ocelotte had set for her. She was to never appear before him again.

Molly only wanted to go to him and see him once more, just to get a chance.

The expensive car and the distinguished man still made her hesitate just one meter awa