They are only two minutes apart, but they are like two sides of the same body,
One is indifferent, cold and almost unapproachable.
One is gentle, polite but not rude.
It's just that he doesn't know since when, his eyes have been firmly locked on that reassuring figure.
Stop moving forward because you are too clear about the line you cannot cross.
But he has been lonely for too long and has been searching for too long. In the end, is it all he can do to let go?