บท 62: Each Time. Every Time.

Present Day:

The rain had soaked Long Yat-sen as he ran through the connecting sidewalks.

Pedestrians passed by holding umbrellas, gawking at him as he searched every face, hoping to find the one person he was looking for.

Shao Lin was small, so it was easy for her to blend, to hide. But he was tall, and their height difference was wider now than when they were younger. He could see her.

He found her up ahead, her pace slowing, almost as if she was giving up. He wanted to call her name, but he feared it would encourage her to pick up her speed again if he did.

Her pace kept slowing until she came to an abrupt halt. And she stood there, letting the rain pour over her.

Long Yat-sen came from behind her, slowly. "Xiaolin—" he breathed.

She turned around entirely. "You're him aren't you?" she questioned. Her eyes were wide, wild and wet, a mix of rain and tears.