At that moment, Zoe burst into tears.

Held in his embrace, she leaned on his shoulder and buried her face in his black overcoat, looking fair and graceful.

On top of that, he held a fast grip on her waist.

Her hips were pressed tightly against his groin as she wrapped her arms around him. Her tears proceeded to drench his coat on the neck area. It felt wet, warm, and uncomfortable, but he didn't care. All he wanted was to hug her at that moment.

It was the first time in a long time since