On the way back from the park, Leah remained silent while Hawk Howard maintained his breezy demeanor.
As the cold wind swept through, Hawk suddenly stopped, helped her put on a hat, fastened the buttons on her clothes, and said lightly, "Don't feel burdened by what I said. If you can't accept being lovers, we can just be friends. The difference between friends and lovers is like tea and wine—one is fragrant, the other rich. For me, choosing tea or wine is just a matter of changing flavors."
Leah's delicate face was surrounded by the soft gray raccoon fur of the hat, her skin gleaming like icy jade in the winter chill. She blinked her eyelashes, looked at Hawk, and said softly, "You really are strange, but why didn't I meet you sooner?"
Hawk smiled slightly, reached out to rub her head through the furry hat, and said, "Time is long; how do you know I'm not the one who will stay by your side until the end?"
