Dylan closed the door.

He did not walk over immediately.

Instead, he stood there and watched Chameleon Fox quietly.

He missed her to the point he was going crazy.

That girl was cruel.

She had not looked for him for a long time.

Did she not want him to return her stuff to her anymore?

If the answer was no, Dylan would keep it as a symbol of their love.

When he took the little fox’s item away, he had no thought of returning it.

While he admitted that he was being petty, it was Fox who bothered him first. He was simply counterattacking by taking her item.

“It’s cold and late. Are you here because you miss me? Or do you have some other business?”

Dylan walked toward the little fox. He smiled as he spoke and focused his gaze on her. He could not bear to take his eyes off her, not even for a second.

“Why are you here in Huntington on this cold day instead of celebrating the new year with your family?” Chameleon Fox asked.

Dylan stepped forward and placed his car key on the table