Chapter 592 He Chose This, He Should Bear It

Emelie and Wesley stood together. Their height difference was just right. They wore similar outfits, both with blue outerwear. The woman wore a beret and a mask, the brim of the hat pulled low, revealing only her eyes. She turned her head to look at him, seemingly saying something. He bent down to listen, his hand naturally lifting her hair, which was caught under her coat. The black strands wrapped around his pale fingers. She didn't seem to find his actions inappropriate, it was as if it was natural. At that moment, William recalled the last New Year in Weston. Back then, he and Emelie were walking hand in hand on the street. It was a cold winter then, and the wind was icy. He had adjusted her scarf, just as naturally, pulling out her hair. She had looked up at him, her smile turning her eyes into crescents. William felt a lump in his throat. He took a step forward but stopped himself. No, he couldn't do it. It wasn't the right time. As the group boarded the plane, William re