A night breeze came along, stirring her strands of hair.
The tent stood nearby, the cold moonlight casting their silhouettes on the grass.
Gradually, those two shadows, unknowingly, slowly collapsed...
The Milky Way was ethereal, the starlight dazzling.
The wind gently fluttered, making this September night unusually tender.
Under the starry sky, not far away, there appeared to be deer, their bright eyes looking this way, as if sensing something, yet seeing nothing.
The graceful deer took a step forward, and at that moment, finally saw the hand vaguely revealed on the side blocked by the tent, on the grass.
It seemed there were humans lying on the grass, one a strong, lengthy hand, the other delicate and pale, interlocked above their heads, fingers tightly clasped.
...
Then, another deer appeared, considerably smaller in size compared to the first.
