Watching her graceful smile, Asher Land quietly pondered over the words she had said in his heart.
This woman always caught him off guard like this.
These unexpected sweet words were somewhat overwhelming.
"Let's go, get in the car." Sophie Smith said, thoughtfully opening the car door for him.
It felt like the role was reversed, didn't it?
...
Sophie drove all the way towards the seaside.
She had always loved the ocean, that feeling of boundlessness and its connection to the horizon, which made the view expansive.
After half an hour, the car stopped.
She seldom took the initiative to hold Asher Land's hand, but this time was different; she reached out her slender hand and tightly clasped his broad palm.
Asher Land took charge, wrapping her small hand in his palm.
One large and one small footprint pressed into the fine sand, marking steps of varied depths. Sophie looked back at those footprints, as if feeling the time they'd walked through together.
