Tyrone was right. If she had to do it all over again, she wouldn't change a thing.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she expressed her gratitude.

"Thank you."

Tyrone responded in a teasing tone, "If you really want to thank me, just give me a kiss."

Without hesitation, Sabrina stood on her tiptoes, planted a swift kiss on his cheek, and continued forward without a word.

Tyrone was momentarily taken aback, the warmth he had sensed seeming almost like a figment of his imagination.

Tyrone's heart swelled with joy as he observed Sabrina's retreat. He squinted, fixating on her receding figure, then decisively closed the gap between them.

Sabrina's cheeks grew increasingly warm, and her pace quickened.

As Tyrone drew near, she found herself almost breaking into a trot.

Her gaze remained fixed on the ground, noticing how his shadow gradually merged with hers, causing her heart to skip a beat. In a sudden burst of nervous energy, she darted away, maintaining a cautious distance from Tyrone.

Tyrone, sporting a playful smile and an air of determination, soon caught up with Sabrina. In a swift move, he caught her wrist, gently pulling her into his embrace, his eyes locking onto hers.

“Why are you running?" he asked with a hint of curiosity.

Sabrina, her cheeks tinged with embarrassment, replied by lightly pushing his shoulder.

“Why are you chasing after me?" Sabrina countered.

Tyrone raised an eyebrow, his smile growing more pronounced.

"Then why am I chasing after you?"

"I have no idea." Sabrina, putting on a pretense of innocence, played along.

But her words were a deceit.

"Then, perhaps I should help you know."

Tyrone, undeterred, took matters into his own hands. He gently tilted her head and leaned in to kiss her.