So he had rushed here just to be her wish angel.

Before Isabella started crying, she closed her eyes, stood on tiptoe, and firmly pressed her soft red lips against Andrew's.

Around them, the snow fell silently.

They stood under the snow-covered streetlamp, kissing.

The orange light shone down from above, casting long shadows under their feet, where two silhouettes intimately overlapped.

They kissed reluctantly but had to temporarily part ways.

Andrew's plane was scheduled to take off an hour later, and with the snowy weather, he had to leave for the airport early.

However, Isabella held onto his hand tightly, reluctant to let go.

"I'll come visit you when...