“Estelle, don’t leave me.”

“I won’t,” Estelle smiled and suddenly remembered something. “Sir, the wind was howling on our way here just now, and I didn’t hear what you said. What did you say to me?”

“A secret about me.”

“About your identity?”

“Yes.”

“Then did you... tell me your real name?”

“Yes.”

After hesitating for several seconds, Estelle asked tentatively, “Could... Could you tell me your name again?”

As she was about to lift her head from Mr. ...