The winter night was as cold as water, with sparse stars outside the window and a cold moon, and a long wind blowing for miles.
The girl's face was flushed, her starry eyes like water, her gaze somewhat dazed, with a trace of charming allure at the corners of her eyes.
She slightly lowered her eyes, taking in the sight of the man's ink-like hair tied up with a silver hairpin.
As he lowered his head and leaned forward, his ink-black hair cascaded down, brushing against her skin, slightly cool, with a few strands lifted by the night breeze, tickling her cheek.
She instinctively raised her hand, her arm weak and powerless, her pretty fingertips threading through his hair, as if wanting to push him away, yet also wanting more.
In her muddled thoughts, she mused that it would be great if she could just faint...
Could it be that heaven heard her call? The next moment, she really blacked out and fell asleep.
