He had walked fewer than a dozen steps, yet turned back five or six times. Each time, he saw that stubborn figure. He sighed helplessly, then never looked back again.
His footsteps faded into the distance, leaving only the soft murmur of the stream by his ears.
Suddenly, he turned around, glaring resentfully in the direction the other person had gone. They were nowhere to be found, nowhere in sight.
Only mist lay ahead, hazy and indistinct.
The story may be a little complicated, so please read carefully.
