Chapter 126

A man's clear, sonorous voice, tinged with a trace of disbelief, settled firmly against my ears, like a gentle stream flowing through a mountain stream. I slightly raised my gaze. Through my blurry vision, I spotted a familiar figure clad in a black-and-white windbreaker and a black bucket hat standing four or five steps below. The man was gazing at me with a face filled with joy. As our eyes met, I immediately discerned those captivating eyes. It was Jonah. I hurriedly held back my tears and asked, "Why are you here?" As I began to speak, I realized that my voice shook. Naturally, Jonah noticed something was amiss as well. Immediately, he approached me, leaned over, and asked with concern, "Are you injured, Ms. Nancy?" Of course, I wasn't about to share my embarrassing moment with him, so I simply responded, "My ankle hurts a bit." In contrast to the sprained ankle I had suffered at the mall on the previous occasion, the pain this time was considerably more severe. Suddenly