With her mink stole half open and her camisole straps slipping loosely off her shoulders, she fixed her gaze on the person before her, her eyes like those of a bewitching, soul-stealing spirit.
"Don't go." Her jade-like arms looped around the other's neck.
"Who am I?"
"My person. The one I love."
"Have you made up your mind?"
She had. She'd made up her mind long ago. Ever since that gentle summer breeze in the height of that year, the seed of a budding love had taken root in the young woman's heart. She loved her in her youthful finery, riding proudly through life, and loved her tenderness, as gentle and warm as jade.
Theme: Always surrender to tenderness and romantic love
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