The wind blew the hair tucked behind her ear loose again. She closed the book in her hands, which was almost at its ending, and sighed regretfully. "No matter how ingenious a story is, once it reaches its climax, it will inevitably descend into mediocrity."
The man dozing beneath the tree's shade was startled awake by her meaningful words. Somewhat uneasy and flustered, he asked, "What about us?"
She gave a soft laugh and looked at him with warmth and a hint of mischief. "I'll hide the most important pages, so our story will never end."
