His nose bridge was high, his eyes were deep and clear, and in the flickering candlelight, between the play of light and shadow, his eyes conveyed a depth of feeling that was hard to express in words.
Wen Xian looked at him, her vision seemed to blur with a thin mist, her eyes filled with gentle ripples.
She slowly extended a slim, pale hand.
Lu Xiao took her fingertips and pulled her up.
"Oh, lover, hold on
My love, stay strong,
'Till I come
until the day
Back again
I return..."
A languid M-style tune began to play softly on this snowy night.
The stylus moved on the record player, and in the tall wine glasses on the table, the red wine diffused a rich fragrance, in which their reflections subtly appeared.
In the cabin's living room, the tall, straight-backed man wrapped one arm around the woman's slender, soft waist while intertwining his fingers with hers.
Wen Xian placed one hand on his shoulder and held his hand with the other.
