"Li Wei!"
From behind, a call came, clear and bright, falling like a ray of sunlight amidst the bustling crowds at the airport.
The noise, the clamor, seemed to quiet down in an instant.
Li Wei reflexively stopped and turned around, instantly spotting Thalia standing there, poised and graceful, her smile blossoming, eyes filled with youthful energy and vitality.
His heart pounded against his eardrums.
Just as Li Wei was about to ask what was going on, Thalia spoke first.
"I like you."
She said.
Like a smooth pebble plopping into a green lake, splashing water, ripples spread out in circles.
For a brief moment, time seemed to pause.
Thalia's smile widened, satisfied with Li Wei's stunned expression, that brilliance blooming in the sunlight.
No shyness, no restraint, instead, a kind of calmness.
Thalia raised her right hand and waved.
"Goodbye, good luck at the London Bowl."
Then, without stopping, Thalia turned and sprinted in another direction.
