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male runner Squatting down, he reached into his pocket, quickly turned on the flashlight function of his phone. The sudden light shot directly into Anthon's eyes, causing him to involuntarily squint and turn his head slightly to avoid the glaring light.
male runner noticed Anthon's discomfort and quickly apologized, saying, "Sorry... I just wanted to check on your injury." His voice carried an apologetic tone, as well as a sense of urgent concern.
Anthon Although his eyes were still adjusting to the light, he gently waved his hand, trying to ease the other person's concern: "It's okay, just a moment of brightness." Despite still feeling a bit nervous, he tried to keep his tone as relaxed as possible.
male runner Upon hearing Anthon's words, did not immediately turn off the flashlight, but gently said, "Let me take a look... I'm very experienced." As he spoke, his hand slowly reached towards Anthon's calf, with a gentle and steady touch, clearly not his first time helping someone in this situation.
Anthon felt the thick and warm palm of the male runner, which brought him a sense of inexplicable security. He relaxed his guard slightly, allowing the other person to check for any possible injuries. The male runner's movements were very gentle, each touch being extremely careful to ensure that Anthon did not experience any additional pain.
Under the bright light of the flashlight, the male runner carefully examined Anthon's knees and shins, searching for possible abrasions or swelling. His focus and professionalism brought Anthon a sense of comfort, and with the help of this unexpected stranger, the chill of the night seemed to diminish significantly.
As his eyes gradually adjusted to the bright light from the flashlight, Anthon turned his head slowly and could now see more clearly the male runner who was helping him in front of him. The man's skin appeared somewhat dark in the night, and his face seemed to sparkle like a gem under the white light of the flashlight, emitting an elusive radiance.
The male runner had a strong physique, which formed a sharp contrast with his gentle and reserved voice. His facial features were slightly rugged, with firm lines, but his eyes carried an imperceptible depth of sorrow, as if hiding untold stories in his heart. This sorrow had no obvious source, yet silently revealed the storms and tales he had experienced.
Anthon looked at him, and couldn't help but feel a strange resonance in his heart. It was an inexplicable feeling, as if in the other person's eyes, he saw something similar to his own emotional fluctuations. There seemed to be a layer of imperceptible sorrow in the man's eyes, a kind of calm and profoundness that comes after experiencing the hardships of life.
"Thank you, I'm really grateful for your help at this time," Anthon finally spoke, his voice carrying a sincere sense of gratitude.
male runner Nodding gently, a slight smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, a smile mixed with relief and comfort. "No need to thank me, this is what I should do. We are all night runners, helping each other is normal."
This unexpected encounter, on a cold night, established a special connection between two strangers, a simple yet pure care between people. In this brief exchange, Anthon felt a warmth, as if the cold of the night and the heavy worries in his heart were temporarily dispelled by that comfort.
During the process of helping Anthon check his injuries, the two of them suddenly locked eyes. At that moment, it seemed as though the cold night wind had stopped, and the surrounding world blurred, leaving only their gazes brightly colliding in the air. An indescribable sense of ambiguity instantly permeated the open space, causing both of them to feel an inexplicable subtle sensation.
This sudden emotion caught them both off guard. Almost simultaneously, they both involuntarily turned away, trying to conceal the awkwardness of that moment. There was a slight tension and shyness in the air, as if both of them could feel each other's heartbeat.
In such an atmosphere, male runner reached out his hand, with a slightly shy yet sincere gesture. His voice was somewhat deep, but with a gentle tone: "My name is Ajie, everyone calls me... Jie Ge." There was a hint of a smile in his words, trying to ease the awkwardness between the two.
After a brief pause, Anthon also reached out his hand, grasping Ajie's hand and feeling the warmth and strength coming from it. He politely responded, "I'm... Anthon." Anthon's voice was gentle, although he still felt somewhat uneasy, he tried to appear calm.
In that moment of subtle atmosphere, Jie extended his hand not just to shake hands, but to help Anthon stand up from the ground. His action was full of care and courtesy, as if he realized that Anthon might not have fully recovered from the fall. As he firmly held Anthon's hand, Jie gently exerted force to help Anthon stand steady again.
"Be careful, the ground here is slippery, take it slow," Jie's voice was deep and steady, his gaze fixed on Anthon's movements, ensuring that he stood up safely.
Anthon felt the strength and care in Brother Jie's hands, and he blushed slightly. After regaining his composure, he lightly patted his clothes, trying to shake off the dirt and embarrassment. "Thank you, Brother Jie. I was a bit careless," Anthon said with a hint of embarrassment in his voice, but more with gratitude towards this stranger who had reached out to help in time.
Brother Jie chuckled softly, and his warm laughter seemed to dispel the chill around them. "It's okay, everyone falls down sometimes. What's important is to get back up, right?"
In this brief aid process, a new understanding and deepening of the subtle relationship between the two people has been achieved. Although the initial encounter was awkward and abrupt, through this small event, Anthon felt an unexpected budding of friendship. Their conversation gradually shifted from tension to relaxation, and their mutual understanding and respect quietly grew in the cold night sky.
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