Earlston, Scotland, 08:30;
"Here you go.", Xi Yuan said as he handed the girl one of the two ceramic cups he'd brought along, flumping down beside her a minute later. "You still cold?", he asked her then, wrapping his relatively warm hands around her fingers.
"A bit.", the girl smiled, turning to look at her darling. He looked handsome. He always did. But in that very moment, as the blazing fire reflected in his Gray eyes, his stunning facial features lit up in the color of those enthusiastically burning woods, she felt as if she was falling for him. All over again.
His eyes. They had an intensity and patience, and gentleness to them; which was just straight up unparalleled. They looked at her as if telling a tale, or singing a melody. Sweetly, and affectionately. As if he wished to capture a mental picture of her in his mind. And for some unknown reason, she hoped for such to be the case.
