Chapter 157 He only smelled it on her

Starry drove over by himself, and Wyatt drove over as well. When the two of them went downstairs, the rain outside had stopped. The wind is a bit strong at night, the lanterns in the promenade are blown up and swayed by the wind, and the lights are shadowed. Starry had been silent since she came out of the box, and Wyatt gave her a sideways glance. The promenade is lit by lanterns on both sides, in addition to overhead lights, which are much brighter than the warm yellow lights inside the boxes. Wyatt is also this time to see clearly Starry's face, her skin is already white, now in the bright light of the illumination, more through a few of the miserable white. It's not as simple as a bad night's sleep and heavy circles under the eyes, Starry's face, even if she's wearing makeup, can still be seen as weak. Starry lifted her bag at her wrist and, noticing Wyatt's gaze, she inclined her head: "Wyatt?" Her voice is too gentle, in fact, just an ordinary "Wyatt", th