The moonlight is like a curtain, the gaze like stars, swirling with longing.
The whispered murmur, love like a raging fire rising, yet like a gentle breeze caressing a rose.
The evening wind makes the golden maple outside the window sing softly, the osmanthus hides shyly in the clouds, not peering into the world's entanglements.
Leaning on the couch, fingers gently smoothing the girl's hair.
Ines buries her face in her lover's chest, listening to the strings of his heartbeat, as if time stands still, with only the warmth in her heart quietly flowing in the peaceful night candle.
Slightly closing her eyes, waiting to hear everything Leon has to say...
After a long time, she softly sighed:
"So, do you really have to go?"
"I'm sorry." Leon instinctively tightened his embrace on the girl in his arms: "I won't make any excuses for myself, just like your significance to me, I cannot abandon her... Olivia is also my beloved wife..."
