Catching up, Alick grabbed her wrist. “Why are you in such a hurry?" he asked, his voice calm.

Annis, on the other hand, was far from calm.

She detested his touch, feeling a wave of disgust each time.

“Let go of me!" she demanded, her tone stern.

Despite her resistance, Alick held on. “I came here to see you, and yet you avoid me. It makes me feel sad."