Holding You Feels Like Home

That day, the sun was shining and a gentle breeze was blowing.

As usual, Ziyue was heading home with her coworkers after work. As she passed a small bridge, she glanced up without thinking and suddenly saw a familiar figure.

The figure stood on the bridge, silhouetted against the glow of the setting sun, his build especially tall and straight.

The man seemed more mature and composed than before.

She could hardly believe her eyes. After all these years, they had crossed paths again.

His appearance shattered the peace of her life once more. She both hated and loved him.