Chapter 422

Tessa ran downstairs and instantly saw that familiar figure standing under the eaves. He stood there in solitude with his back against her. Despite his being slightly mysophobic, his shoes were now covered in mud, his pants stained with mud and wet patches, and specks of brown sullied his otherwise pristine clothes. She had never seen him look so disheveled. Her nose tingled, and an indescribable emotion stirred from within her heart. On impulse, she ran and hugged him from behind. She then murmured softly, "You're here." Stephen tensed. Only God knew how long he had yearned for her to hug him. There was an orange glow across the sky, like an accidental stroke made from a painter's brush. In the early morning, the rising mist intertwined with the clouds, like lovers reuniting after a long separation. The entire atmosphere felt warm and sweet. As dawn approached, shadows from the trees gradually emerged. Dew fell silently, as if landing on Stephen's and Tessa's hearts, se