True Love Waits

After she placed the burning incense in the censer, Evelyn took a stack of money from her purse and put it in the collection box before she left.

There were many things that were new to her, many things that she never saw in Y City. Evelyn couldn't help herself. She was drawn to the souvenirs.

"Tayson, I'm kinda thirsty." She forgot to bring her water bottle with her when she left the car, and there wasn't a convenience store in sight.

After checking her surroundings with concern, Tayson accidentally saw a man smiling at Evelyn from a distance. "Wait here. I'll get your water. I'll be back soon," he said. "Okay." Evelyn waited for him under a bodhi tree.

As she took her phone from her bag, a shabbily-dressed old woman walked towards her. "Miss..."

Evelyn raised her head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Ahem! Ahem! Miss, can you do me a favor?" The old woman looked to be in her eighties. Her voice was thin and reedy once she cleared her throat. She was too weak to stand on her crutch. She looked pitiful.

"What is it?" 'Did she want money?' Evelyn was ready to give her some.

The old lady said with a smile, "I want to bring some food for my granddaughter, but I don't have the money for the bus, and I can't go on foot." She looked at her crutch with disdain. "Can you go for me? Ahem..." The old woman didn't seem to be in good health. She kept coughing.

After a short pause, Evelyn answered, "I don't know. Your daughter might be out of my way."

"There's only one road out of town. She's just past the checkpoints at the border." She showed Evelyn the backpack. "It's not too heavy. There's not a lot in there. I made some buns for her, and I packed some sugar and a few other things. Will you please help me?"

'The border checkpoints?' Evelyn knew about the border checkpoints. When they arrived in town, there were a few lines waiting to be inspected, and it took them twenty minutes to get through the checkpoint. All kinds of people crossed the border, so the inspectors were quite strict.

"So how do I get a hold of your granddaughter?" Evelyn was too kind to turn her down.

The old woman handed her the backpack and smiled kindly. "Thank you, miss. You are a good person. I have her teacher's phone number..."

slightly worn-out backpack, a familiar male voice rang

to see who it was. It

and gave

she was going to

find someone else because we're not

for Sheffield left after he turned down the old woman. In

answering her, Sheffield stood in front of her and tried to drive the old woman away. "Hey, lady! Scram! She has a bodyguard! You're lucky, I like you. But her bodyguard?

said angrily, "I can make my

not

crap. I don't want anything to do with you! You're not special, not romantic. Just mean!" Then

of water, Evelyn told him coldly, "See that guy

not like what you think. Listen to me. That

furrowed her eyebrows. 'He called her "that old woman"? What a

Tayson said, trying to block Sheffield from approaching

had no choice but to give up. After all, she didn't help the

in a good mood because of what had happened, so she wanted to go

was a traffic jam, like usual. But this time was different. A young man was crouching on the ground, crying, holding his head. When they finally were at the head of the line,

of border patrol officers, surrounding him and a

it again. She remembered it was the one that the old woman had asked her to bring to her granddaughter

asked one of the officials checking the trunk of their car,

contraband through the border. He insisted that he was helping an old woman. We asked him to tell us what she looked like. Although he gave a

as she stared at the opened backpack. Buns were

signaled them to hand over their ID cards. Then Tayson closed

the officer, and her mind was full of