As time passed, the winter snow melted, and strands of sweet tenderness seeped into their hearts like the heat of the fiery but icy sun.
The remaining streak of white light in her eyes dissolved, and it felt as if she was immersed in a vast sea reflecting glistening constellations and shattered moonlight.
A slender hand reached out from her goose-yellow sleeve, slowly groping its way onto the man's back, creating minuscule wrinkles in his black brocade robe.
It took Lin Jiaojiao some time to notice the daylight as he kissed her; she dared not open her eyes, not even for a fleeting glimpse.
It wasn't that she didn't want to, but her mind was a complete blank, leaving no room for any other thoughts.
The man gently wiped the corner of the woman's lips with his fingertip, softening his expression in the process.
"No lip rouge in the world could replicate this enchanting hue," he whispered.
