Under the lights, Meow's face was as beautiful as the most delicate flower of spring. She blushed and shyly said, "Winter, you... you should go rest. Tomorrow... we still have to try on the dress early."
Meow felt that Winter calling her name this time was different from usual, as if there were other emotions mixed in, making her face blush uncontrollably, and her heart beat a little faster.
Winter leaned down and gently kissed Meow on the forehead, "Goodnight, my little princess."
Meow blushed, turned, and ran inside, the skirt swayed briefly, her slender and fair calves, as frail as the buds of a newly sprouted flower, made him want to protect her with everything he had.
The door closed, Winter did not leave. He looked at the door, gentle as always.
As per his promise two years ago, when the day of his engagement to Meow arrived, he would let go of everything about the mercenary group, put down the guns, let go of the hatred, return cleanly to marry Meow.
