The soldiers rendered a military salute, and the convoy immediately drove away.
Without turning around, Walter walked straight ahead. His proud silhouette, shrouded in the night, stood tall like a deity, majestic among heaven and earth.
Emily sat still by the fountain, seeing that Walter seemed in good spirits, and finally let go of the worry that had clenched her heart. She watched him, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Until the man in the distance paused midstep and bent slightly at the waist.
Walter!? Emily was shocked, her complexion changed instantly, and she sprang to her feet, rushing toward him without a second thought.
Because his bending gesture was so familiar, it reminded her of that night in a Miami bar. He seemed to have done the same thing back then—could it be his stomach was hurting again?
"Walter!?" In her urgency, she completely forgot about her status, running up to him and wrapping her arm around his to support him, "What's wrong? Is it stomach pain?!"
