"Ah-Shi, you're still injured." Wen Renche stood up, his fingertips gently brushing her left shoulder.
He pulled her into his arms, his lips pressed against her hair, letting her faint fragrance seep into his senses: "Listen to me, just this once, only this once."
Yu Zhi felt the kiss fall upon her hair.
Her knuckles curled as she gripped the corner of his clothing, her eyes reddened by this humble touch of his.
After a long silence, she pushed him away.
"Ah-Che, no matter what happens, I will face it with you." Yu Zhi slung the katana and long spear from the ground onto her back, stepping ahead of him and walking out.
Her figure was resolute.
It seemed as though, no matter what, she would never look back.
Wen Renche slammed his fist against the stone wall, cursed under his breath, then quickly grabbed his weapon and increased his pace to follow her.
