His forehead was pressed against hers, and the tip of his nose lightly touched the tip of hers. They could feel each other's warm breath lingering.
Looking at her, he smiled. His eyes were as gentle as spring water, his nose was as straight as a mountain, and there were traces of smile lines in the corners of his eyes: "An Ran, when we get old, we won't want this throne, we won't want this world, it's just you and me. Let's escape to a place where no one is. There is a thatched house there, with the rising sun in the east and the setting sun in the west, and you and me."
She smiled as well as he did.
Yes, just you and me.