Seeing his familiar, strong build and the unmistakable anxiety on his handsome face, Rachel Bailey managed a smile, though it was strained. At this moment, she found it truly difficult to smile as naturally as she usually did.
"That... that..." she stammered, unable to form a complete sentence.
Hansen Ruiz slowly walked towards her.
When he saw her from afar, crouching helplessly and looking somewhat disheveled on the side of the road, his heart suddenly tightened, a mix of pain and ecstasy surging through him.
He hadn't seen her for nearly three days.
But her appearance, even from a distance, was something he recognized at a glance.
Although she didn't have striking looks, he always found something special about her. It allowed him to pick her out easily with just one glance, no matter where or when.
"Are you alright?" Hansen Ruiz finally stood before Rachel, looking down at her small face as he asked in a deep voice.
