The woman who notices the small things Manhua

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over Central Park. Lily's heart raced with anticipation as she made her way through the crowd, searching for the woman who held her heart captive. And then, she saw her. Rose stood near the shimmering pond, her eyes scanning the sea of faces. Lily's breath caught in her throat as she approached, her hands trembling with a mix of nerves and excitement. "Rose," Lily whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. Rose turned, her eyes widening in surprise. A flicker of emotion passed over her features before a smile bloomed on her lips. It was a smile that spoke volumes, a smile that whispered of love and forgiveness. Without a word, Lily closed the distance between them, her heart pounding in her chest. And then, in a moment that seemed to transcend time and space, they were in each other's arms, their bodies pressed together in a fierce embrace. Tears pricked Lily's eyes as she buried her face in Rose's neck, breathing in the familiar scent of her skin. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated joy, a moment that felt like coming home after a long journey. "I missed you," Rose whispered, her voice soft and trembling. "I missed you too," Lily replied, her words muffled against Rose's skin. And as they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world fell away, leaving only the two of them in a bubble of love and warmth. In that moment, Lily knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as they were together, they could weather any storm. For the woman who noticed the small things had found the greatest love of all in the woman who had captured her heart with a single brushstroke.