The figure at the corner of the street got vaguer.
Irish couldn't reach him, only to see him disappear in the crowd.
Adam caught up with her and pulled her, unhappy, "Are you mad? It's so dangerous!"
"I saw Joseph...." She blurted out and found Adam was upset.
He frowned, "Irish, couldn't you tell reality from a dream? Joseph! Joseph! You are thinking about him day and night! But there is no Joseph at all!"
Irish was terrified.
She held her head, feeling a sudden headache.
"Isabel!" There was a familiar voice from far away.
Only he would call her by this name.
Irish raised her head, only to find that there was a man across from her with the same look and height as Adam. He waved his hands to Irish and said, "Isabel, come to me."
It was Joseph!
She judged who Joseph was and who Adam was clearly now.
Extremely happy, she stood up and walked towards Joseph, but her waists were pulled.
