It was only now that William Griffith saw clearly, she was not Cherish Turner! Meanwhile, a woman on the side rushed out to protect the girl. He let go of his hand and breathed a sigh of relief, frantically searching for that figure in the chaotic crowd. So many people, but none of them were her. Not one of those faces belonged to his Cherish.
"William Griffith." A soft call sounded from behind him, and William turned around abruptly.
Cherish Turner stood behind him, holding three cotton candies in her hand, looking at him innocently.
In that moment, William was suddenly afraid she would disappear, leave, or encounter danger. He angrily walked up to her and scolded, "Who let you run around like this? What if you got lost!"
He had never thought of what would happen to him if she wasn't there.