Five years ago, he thought she wouldn't leave, but she calmly faced death.
Five years later, she returned and grew close to him, suggesting they try being in love. He thought she wouldn't leave again, yet when he woke up, he almost couldn't find her.
Facing life and death again, she's perhaps just moved, moved enough to say things like not leaving to comfort him.
Godfery Shaw didn't believe it, but he smiled gently, using a relaxed, teasing tone: "Nancy, I don't think this is the best place to talk about love."
Nancy Allen just looked at Godfery Shaw, wrapping her arms around his neck. He lifted her up slightly, she held onto his neck, while he held her waist, and she looked down at him from above to plant a kiss on his brow.
"I think it is."
The light touch on the brow seemed to have warmth, even hotter than a passionate kiss, spreading into Godfery Shaw and making even his face blush in the cold river water.
