He walked towards Yolanda, but just as he was about to reach her, the little one suddenly looked in a direction and laughed. "Sandra, don't run around."
He dashed off.
Spencer Sullivan was about to look in the direction Yolanda ran off to when a slender woman's back entered his line of sight.
The woman was wearing a light blue denim jacket, black casual trousers, and a black duckbill cap, overlapping with the figure he had been longing for in his dreams.
His eyes reddened, "Celine."
He quickly took strides forward, murmuring softly under his breath.
The crowd was too dense, and that figure disappeared in an instant.
Spencer Sullivan widened his eyes, looking around frantically, not letting a single person around, men, women, young or old, unnoticed... but not one of them was the figure he was looking for.
"Yvonne Young..."
He shouted in the crowd and broke down, his heart shattering like the radiance in his eyes in an instant.
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