Your parents never approved of your decision about your relationship with Scaramouche. They thought you should have been thinking about studying.

It's one o'clock in the morning. You were supposed to be asleep, but you're sitting on the bed, waiting, staring at the ceiling. A few minutes later, you heard a knock on the window and immediately got up. Scaramouche was standing under your window, waiting for you to open the window. Then he holds out his hand, smiling gently. "Let's go."