As the two people descended the stairs and stood at the cold, wind-blown street corner of the Imperial Palace, she, feeling light-headed and unsteady on her feet, thought back to that one time when he, with good intentions to save her, had pushed her so hard that she ended up lying with a broken waist for nearly a month. Amidst the amusement, she looked up at the empty night sky, feeling dizzy and lost in the spinning world.
The next second, he lifted her by the waist and picked her up.
She did not ask him where they were going. Instead, she just leaned softly against him, ready to take a new turn in her life.
On such a night, with the two of them shrouded in misty affection, she knew very well what might happen, yet she had neither the desire nor the strength left to resist, just as he sang in his song, "Who will know what the future holds, isn't saying goodbye now too soon?"
