[On a summer morning, he meets her for a second time by the wisteria. Beautiful and free . . . Yingying.
Kneeling beside her, he doffs his coat and lays it over her shoulders before reaching out to gently dust off a lock of hair and tuck it behind an ear. There's so much to see, to have the whole image of her seared into his retina, but his gaze lingers on her eyes, his expression one of quietly unfettered joy.]
No . . . but now your feet can take you anywhere you wish. And I shall be there.
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Kneeling beside her, he doffs his coat and lays it over her shoulders before reaching out to gently dust off a lock of hair and tuck it behind an ear. There's so much to see, to have the whole image of her seared into his retina, but his gaze lingers on her eyes, his expression one of quietly unfettered joy.]
No . . . but now your feet can take you anywhere you wish. And I shall be there.