"Honey, I... I'm back..."
It truly felt like a dream. Under the hazy orange light, she just stood there in a thin sweater, a fresh beige color. Her shoulder-length chestnut hair spread over her shoulders, exuding a faint fragrance. It didn't look like she had just been in an accident; rather, it seemed as if she had gone on a trip to clear her mind and returned.
Only her face, no matter how much she tried to cover it, couldn't be hidden. He could see the paleness beneath her skin and the dry cracks on her lips that lipstick couldn't conceal.
This fool!
He finally couldn't control himself anymore. Rushing forward, he extended his long arms and fiercely pulled her into his embrace. Such a tall man, with large teardrops falling from his eyes.
"You're back... that's all that matters, you're back..." He didn't know what to say, repeating just this sentence over and over.
