Han Dongchen might have been influenced by Su Xiaowan, or perhaps it's because Su Xiaowan's presence had made the place seem more beautiful.
Watching Su Xiaowan laugh heartily, watching her run through the woods, watching her roll in the fallen leaves, watching her climb heights for a distant view.
Han Dongchen felt life becoming a lot more delightful.
It was a taste he hadn't savoured in his more than twenty years of life.
Unable to resist, he hastened forward, standing in front of Su Xiaowan, his right hand caressing her small face, quietly observing her surprised eyes, staring intently at his own reflection.
Without thinking, he planted a kiss on her eye and lightly brushed his lips across hers.
Then, he gently pulled Su Xiaowan into his arms, his right hand on the back of her neck and his left hand around her waist, enclosing her entire body in his embrace.
Resting his chin on Su Xiaowan's forehead he said, "Xiao Wan, how wonderful life is with you."
