......
The night had deepened, and the entire city was asleep.
Pristine moonlight quietly sprinkled upon the white snow.
Yet inside, the room was a tumultuous blaze of heat.
His fingers brushed aside the damp hair clinging to the woman's face, revealing her flushed, sweaty little face, half-buried in the pillow, no bigger than a palm.
Her eyes were closed, her expression unbearably pitiable.
Perhaps it was the pure moonlight casting her serene and delicate face that unwittingly captured his heart and mind.
He bent down and kissed her soft, tender cheek, his deep, husky voice exceptionally clear in the silent night filled only with breaths, "I love you."
Her eyes remained closed, her delicate curled lashes motionless.
She had already fallen asleep.
Those words, only he heard them.
Only after speaking did he realize what he had said.
A momentary daze.
