In the distance, the tall figure of the man still stood there, like a sculpture, upright and dazzling, making it hard for her to keep her eyes open.
In an instant, Mabel Doyle's breath caught, the whole world suddenly fell silent, and the surrounding sounds disappeared completely. She just stared at him; even though they were thirty or forty meters apart, she could still see him clearly...
Tears once again blurred her vision, and despite herself, tears slipped down her face. Mabel bit her lip, cursing herself, calling herself pathetic for crying so easily, she barely recognized herself anymore.
She lowered her head, wiping forcefully with her sleeve, taking a deep breath, and when she looked up again, she managed a smile.
Her eyes burned painfully, and Mabel turned, rushing towards him without hesitation. When she reached the man, she threw her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his lips...
