“No...They’re not!” Julie retorted, her face flushed.
Thompson did not put it bluntly, but now he held her hand and they moved on.
When passing a street lamp, their shadows were elongated: one was long, the other was short, and they were holding each other’s hands.
Looking down at the shadows of herself and Thompson, Julie for a moment felt that this was the happiness she wanted.
She thought: if this marriage is real, it seems that we should hold each other’s hands and walk till we become old. She smiled with her eyes bent forward. The smile on her face was no longer fake, but natural and beautiful.
Even Julie herself did not notice that her heart no longer belonged to Andrew, but to the man beside her.
Thompson’s hands were big, and full of strength and warmth. Now that she was bein
