She froze all over, hearing his unusually grave male voice, "If nothing had happened, would you be willing to go to the United States with me?"
She lightly responded with an "Mm," but it was resolute.
"Just tell me if you would or wouldn't," he demanded that she give a precise answer.
Cherish Turner tightened her grip on her clothes, wanting for the first time to grasp at something, as her trembling lips uttered words that sounded as though they didn't belong to her.
"I'm willing." Amidst the bustling airport, the two stood back to back, a meter apart, as she said those three words.
Cherish did not dare to turn around; even she was surprised by her own declaration.
I'm willing.
She actually said it.
Announcements echoed through the airport, "Dear passengers, the flight to New York, United States will take off at 9 p.m., and boarding will soon end. Passengers who have yet to board, please head to the boarding gate immediately... "
