He stubbornly tightened his grip on her hand, his handsome face full of determination: "Does it matter? We're going to stay here for the rest of our lives anyway. Does our identity outside matter?"
Aldana Candi shook her head speechlessly: "…I simply can't make you understand!"
"You say I like you too simply, but does liking someone have to take ten years, half a lifetime, to count as true love?" He argued, "What about that girl? She only knew me for a few days, is it any different from how I feel for you? She likes me, and I like you, just the same as her."
His fervent gaze, stubborn and determined expression, was pure like an eighteen-year-old just coming of age. Only at that age is there the courage to go all out for love, so fearless, driven by nothing more than a word of affection.
