To celebrate for herself

Zixin anxiously waited outside the bureau, unable to stand still and frequently throwing glances at the exit. The evening setting sun cast a dark orangish glow to the sky bringing the night in.

"Guiying…"

A few minutes later, his jittery patience came to an end as he finally saw Guiying's figure exiting through the door. She had her head slightly lowered as she slowly walked. From that distance, Zixin couldn't clearly see her expression.

He walked slowly at first, then increased his pace and with larger strides, he reached her before she could. Immediately, he quickly but gently touched the back of her head with his palm and buried her face in his chest.