Saraba, Yoki Hi Manhua

As the plane took off, Yui stood on the runway, her hand pressed against the cold glass separating her from Hiro. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over, but she refused to look away. She watched as the plane grew smaller and smaller until it disappeared into the vast sky, taking Hiro away from her. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Yui threw herself into her work, finding solace in the familiar routine of baking and serving customers. But every night, as she lay in bed, the emptiness beside her felt suffocating. She missed Hiro's warm embrace, his laughter, his presence. One rainy evening, as Yui closed up her cafe, a familiar figure stood outside, drenched in the downpour. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized Hiro standing there, a drenched bouquet of flowers in his hand. Without a word, she rushed into his arms, feeling the warmth of his embrace wash over her. In that moment, the months of separation melted away, and they were once again two halves of a whole. "I couldn't stay away any longer, Yui. I missed you every single day," Hiro whispered, his voice filled with love and longing. And so, under the dim glow of streetlights and the gentle patter of rain, Yui and Hiro found their way back to each other, their love stronger than ever. In that moment, they knew that no distance could ever truly separate their hearts. And as they walked hand in hand into the night, a newfound sense of gratitude and appreciation filled their souls, knowing that they were each other's home, no matter where life took them.