He saw her seaweed-like hair tied up high, revealing her smooth and plump forehead. Impeccable makeup, like a ripe peach in midsummer.
She looked at him, the sun was shining brightly around him, so bright that it made people want to cry.
He walked directly to her and opened his arms to embrace her.
She doesn't struggle.
Will you be happy if you marry me? He asked softly.
Won't. She spoke firmly.
He kissed her forehead lightly. Then, I set you free.