The day Sienna Johnson left Abyanabad, the weather was great, with the sun shining bright.
It had rained the night before, and the sky was washed clean, bringing a hint of coolness, unlike the usual hot weather.
Adrian Desmond watched Sienna's back. She wore a floral long dress today, with a white sun hat. She detested the heat and had her long hair tied into a long, loose braid.
Her body was straight as she walked, exuding confidence and a wild charm. A woman like her, confined within the small land of family, might truly wither away.
The plane ascended, gradually shrinking and finally becoming a small black dot, disappearing completely from Adrian's sight. Yet, he still hadn't withdrawn his gaze.
Sienna was gone, and Adrian felt empty inside.
Brandon Potter said, "Sixth Master, let's go back."
Brandon knew it wasn't the time to disturb Adrian, but he had been standing there for half an hour already.
