Intensifying Misconceptions

Anna looked around in confusion, unsure of where to go, with the only option being to quietly follow Porsche.

Porsche was walking ahead, aware that Anna was following him, as they maintained a distance of about 12 feet between them.

As Anna quietly followed behind, she couldn't help but think about how much Porsche had changed over time.

She acknowledged that it was the circumstances that had altered him, and she quietly hoped, "I wish he could forget about me."

Meanwhile, Porsche, walking ahead, couldn't shake the concern for Anna's well-being from his mind. He thought to himself, "I hope she's not suffering like I am, but I must make her suffer to bring her back to me."

After a few minutes of walking, Porsche turned back to check on Anna, only to find that she was nowhere in sight.

Worry crept into his mind as he couldn't comprehend where Anna might have gone.

Scanning the entire area, he couldn't locate Anna in the crowd. Placing one hand on his waist and running the other through his hair, Porsche stood in the middle of the path, feeling his heart pound with anxiety.

He started frantically searching for her, checking every shop and area nearby.

Porsche was lost in his search for Anna, following wherever his steps led him.

He attempted to call her, but she didn't answer the phone.

Shouting her name in desperation, "Anna! Anna!" yielded no response. He approached small groups of people, inquiring, "Have you seen a young girl in a black coat?" But no one had any information on her whereabouts.

Frustrated and anxious, unable to locate Anna, Porsche made his way back to the station, hoping she might have returned there.

Porsche's mind raced with worry, the desperation evident in his search for Anna.

He berated himself for not keeping a closer eye on her, feeling helpless and anxious. As he continued scouring the area, he unconsciously entered the crowded orchard.

In the sea of people, he caught sight of a figure sitting alone. Straining to see through the mass of bodies, he recognized Anna sitting beneath a tree, her head bowed.

Relief flooded over him as he stopped in his tracks, taking a deep breath and running his hand through his hair.

Mixed emotions of frustration and concern surged within him as he prepared to approach her.

Porsche approached Anna quietly, gripping her hands and pulling her to her feet.

Anna, taken aback, felt tears welling in her eyes at the sight of Porsche.

Despite the tumult of emotions within her, seeing Porsche standing before her brought a sense of warmth and safety, yet she remained silent, unable to find the words to express herself.

With an expressionless face, Anna met Porsche's intense gaze, revealing the tears that had gathered in her eyes.

In a fit of anger, Porsche demanded, "What the hell do you want?" His frustration was evident as he continued, "There are other ways to annoy and torture me. Why did you come here?" His scolding intensified, cautioning her about the unsafe nature of their surroundings.

Anna remained silent, her stillness only serving to exacerbate Porsche's agitation.

Shaking her with force, he raised his voice, "Do you understand?" Receiving no response, he repeated the question, his frustration mounting.

However, amidst his tirade, he suddenly noticed a change in Anna's demeanor. She appeared to be growing colder, her face turning pallid as she began to shiver uncontrollably, her breaths growing labored.

Witnessing Anna's sudden decline, Porsche's worry eclipsed his anger. He stood there, his features contorted with concern, as he realized the gravity of Anna's deteriorating state.

As Anna's condition worsened, her vision began to blur and her body grew unsteady, on the brink of collapse. Reacting swiftly, Porsche reached out and caught her before she could hit the ground.

A surge of distress filled his eyes as he urgently questioned, "Anna? Anna, what happened? Are you alright?" His concern was palpable as he peered deeply into her eyes, searching for any sign of understanding.

Anna, struggling to articulate her words, managed to stammer, "I-I need water... in my bag." Porsche, gently supporting her as she sat down, swiftly retrieved the water bottle from his bag, his hands trembling with worry.

Unsure of what was afflicting Anna, he watched anxiously as she drank the water, her hands shaking so violently that she ended up spilling it all over her clothes.

Hastily taking back the water bottle, he helped her to drink, his worry mounting with each passing second.

Anna's labored breathing continued, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she fought to regain her composure.

Sensing her struggle, Porsche moved closer and tenderly enfolded her in his arms, his embrace offering a sense of security and comfort amidst the chaos.

Porsche maintained his embrace, but as Anna began to recover, she pushed him away, her gaze cast downward while his eyes bore into her with a simmering anger.

Anna got to her feet, feeling his eyes locked on her. Porsche stood up as well, lifting her bag from the ground and hurling it in her direction, causing her to flinch involuntarily.

With force, Porsche pulled Anna toward him, his voice laced with anger as he demanded, "Tell me what is wrong with you." Anna remained silent, her words escaping her.

"This is the same condition as when you called Ken back then," Porsche continued. His anger flared as he added, "You're selfish and self-centered. Does it make you feel good when you make someone worried about you?"

Anna, still staring at him with an expressionless face, retorted, "I never asked you to worry about me." Porsche let out a bitter laugh and responded, "I know. But I'm a fool who worries about you and falls for your dramas."

Anna's anger flared at the implication that this had all been an act. She snapped back, "This was not a drama, Porsche. Think before you speak." Porsche turned away, nodding as he muttered, "You know what? Stop making a fool of everyone around you."

Anna shouted his name in frustration, but Porsche continued, raising his voice, "Stop playing the victim card when I'm the one suffering."

Anna was left in silence, her tears hidden from his view as she averted her gaze. Porsche, still seething, moved closer to her, his eyes filled with anger. He added, "I hope the hatred between us grows stronger, and I hope you continue to suffer." 

Anna looked at him in disbelief, the painful words cutting deep, even though Porsche didn't truly mean them, unaware of the agony they were causing her.

Anna, her voice trembling with emotion and tears glistening in her eyes, explained, "I was following you, but then there was a sudden surge of the crowd, and I lost sight of you.

I tried to find you and ran in your direction, but you were nowhere to be seen. I became extremely scared and decided to come here and wait, knowing you would eventually find me."

Porsche listened silently, his stance unyielding and his expression stubborn as he haughtily retorted, "I never asked for this explanation."

Anna looked at Porsche, her expression conflicted and hurt. She quietly turned her face away, unable to respond to his words. Porsche began walking out of the orchard area, and Anna followed slowly behind him. As Porsche glanced back, he advised, "You should stay right beside me if you don't want to get lost again."