Han Wenxi leaned down, gently kissing her cheek like a dragonfly skimming the water, then pressed his lips softly against hers, separating almost instantly to deepen the love and adaptation.
Zi Ruoxi slightly opened her eyes, gazing tenderly at the man before her. He was very handsome, with a prominent nose and beautifully shaped lips.
"I love you..." Han Wenxi softly uttered, classic and simple, needing no further adornment.
"...I do too... I... love... you..." Zi Ruoxi's mellow voice was like dense satin, silky and smooth. The low tone felt like intoxicating wine, permeating his heart. Her beautiful, flower-like lips drew a faint smile.
Han Wenxi was moved, and he smiled too, such a beautiful testament to the existence of love...
This moment of beauty was destined to be fleeting, like a meteor streaking across the sky, unable to last forever.
