James Black didn't chase after her or call out to her; he just maintained his pace and continued running over there, though his eyes never left her figure.
When fast, he was like the wind.
When he stopped, he was gasping like a dog.
The person in front of him would occasionally glance back to check on him, then look at him with a proud and smug expression.
She even provocatively made a gesture with her pinky finger, mocking him for falling behind.
James Black thought to himself, later, she'll be the one crying.
Jane Sampson ran two laps before plopping down onto the grass, panting and waiting for James Black. She was so exhausted that her face and eyes were almost darkened.
When James Black reached her, she still hadn't caught her breath.
"Get up." James Black extended his hand and pulled her up from the ground, "The ground's cold in this weather, and you don't feel the chill at all."
