Feeling a delicate caress in his palm, Yun Mo glanced at Qiao Xiaon'an. She gifted him a radiant smile, her dimples appearing prominently in the soft evening sun.
She was beautiful.
It wasn't the type of beauty that can topple kingdoms, but the kind that warms hearts.
She prodded his palm again, signaling that she's talking to him.
He pretended not to care, yet held her promise, "Amo, I'll always be here. Never leaving, never giving up," close to his heart. Pausing, he ruffled her hair and said, "Mom's inside. Don't tense up when we meet her later, she will love you."
Qiao Xiaon'an nodded, "I won't be."
He caressed her hair again. The wind had messed her bangs, so he smoothed them back into place, tightened his hand around hers, and they left the little bridge with its blooming daffodils and gentle rivulet.