The setting sun spread across the horizon like blood-red flowers of invitation. The girl held a stack of books in her arms and walked slowly along the path covered with fallen leaves. Her black hair was like ink, scattered around her slender waist. The setting sun penetrated the mottled forest and hit her slantingly. Her whole body showed an unreal feeling of feathering. And the young man with a vaguely demonic look on his face fell from the sky and looked at her with a surprised expression. While exclaiming, he stretched out his jade-like hands and pulled her heavily into his arms. Touching the girl's tight body, he buried his head in her waterfall of hair and the faint fragrance hit him. His voice, which was in the stage of voice change, was clean and deep, "Stay with me, I won't allow you to leave." His smile made her understand what the first melt of ice meant. He looked at her, a bright color blooming on his handsome face.