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 ...