Looking at each other.
The air above the entire street suddenly became somewhat indescribable.
It seemed calm, but still fluctuating.
After a while, Isabel Smith blinked and then proactively took a step forward, walking towards Percy Stanton.
Every step she took was very determined.
Without any hesitation or flinching.
Percy Stanton remained at the original place without moving.
Isabel Smith thought that she didn't need to move either.
He had already taken ninety-nine steps towards her, and she would take this last step.
However, that man loved her too much, so much that as long as her footsteps moved slightly, he would compromise.
Therefore, Isabel Smith hadn't taken more than two steps before Percy Stanton took big strides, looked into her eyes, and walked towards her.
They met in the middle of the street.