Upon hearing the familiar voice, the man in the wheelchair stiffened.
He slowly turned his head to look at the person standing on the steps...
A red dress, short hair, a breeze blowing, revealing an extraordinarily beautiful face.
It was the face he remembered, had dreamt about countless times. Even though her appearance had changed, that face was still the same as before.
He looked at her across the sea of flowers in the light, staring at her, but not daring to move at all, only daring to watch from a distance...
She had appeared in this way many times, but every time he rushed towards her, she would disappear.
The person in front of him, he feared, was just another illusion. Unable to grasp her, he wouldn't disturb her, let her stay a little longer...
"Ricky..."
That gentle and calm voice called him again, making him feel unreal...
