Her voice sounded soft and gentle, as if it were the clearest and most lively spring water in the mountain stream. It was clear and transparent, but it was more like the golden and warm sunshine melting into the spring water, lingering with infinite warmth.
The young man in front of him was anxious, panicked, and even had a hint of anger. His handsome face was still stained with blood from being scratched by a branch, but his bright eyes were staring at him tightly, wanting an answer.
Intention: sweet