His back was to her. The tree had concealed him earlier, and only now, a few meters away, did she notice him.
Bei Sangyun's heart skipped a beat. Then it began to race, her breath catching in her throat, her eyes welling up.
Though his back had changed in subtle ways, Bei Sangyun recognized him instantly.
She stood rooted in place, her heart—the same heart that had longed for this man for years—cried out, calling his name over and over again. If it had hands, it would have reached out, desperate to embrace him.
But she couldn't move forward. And she didn't want to leave, either.
She just wanted to watch him a little longer, like she had done all these years from afar.
The longing she could never express except when alone surged to the surface. She hadn't been able to see him in person during these years, but she had collected pictures of him and had watched from a distance many times.
