Gotham.
That evening, dark clouds gathered once more, hanging low with a mournful rumble as faint arcs of lightning flickered.
A storm was brewing, clouds shrouding the night of the dead.
Beside a road at Gotham University, the bleak evening wind gently swept the dead leaves across the ground.
A tall, imposing figure in white walked along. At his side, a flame of red evening dress leaned against the crook of his arm, dancing in the desolate wind like the dark tones of a painting.
Ba Di.
Pamela Isley.
They arrived at the university dormitories.
Today had been the happiest, most joyful day of Pamela Isley's life.
And at the same time, this was the moment she found hardest to leave.
"Is this really okay? I still wanted to spend a little more time with you and watch a 'Zorro' movie."
Pamela Isley tilted her head up at Ba Di, her eyes filled with reluctant longing and hope.
She felt that meeting Ba Di was the greatest happiness of her life. Every part of this man firmly attracted her.
Gentle, considerate, mature, steady, exceptionally handsome—he was even willing to carefully avoid the beautiful green plants for her sake, tending to her feelings in every detail. Like a prince on a white horse stepping out of a fairy tale, he had fallen for a Cinderella like her, leaving her intoxicated and unable to break free.
"There's no need." Ba Di smiled faintly.
Disappointment spilled across Pamela Isley's face, and her eyes dimmed. "Why? Am I not pretty enough?"
"Study hard. Focus on researching the plants you like."
His words instantly brought tears to her passionate face, sorrow spreading through her.
Yet the next moment, Ba Di's words filled her heart with burning warmth.
"I don't need fleeting thrills. I want your