There were only 150,000 people who lived in Light Town, but she had run into him here anyway. Her heart was filled with his warm breath and clean wood fragrance when she was held in his arms, when his strong chest touched her back, and when his big hands wrapped around her waist and clasped her hands. At the end of the summer and the beginning of the autumn, the slight wood fragrance made her more unwilling to leave.
Subconsciously, Irish turned her head to the man behind her. The sun was sinking in the sky, and the old town would soon be quiet again. The afterglow of the day seemed to reflect in his eyes, as deep and colorful as his hair which had been coated in a thin golden light. The line between reality and dreams seemed to become blurry to her.
She was afraid that the beautiful things in front of her were only dreams.
