Even if others said she lacked reserve or was too bold, she would accept it. She simply didn't want to have any regrets. As she let go of her hands, in the next moment, Jih Heng cradled the back of her head, pulling her towards him, deepening their kiss.
Amidst the snow-covered sky, a young man kissed a petite girl. His kiss was deep and fervent, resolute yet gentle, much like his conflicted heart, tenderly devout. Jiang Li, tilting her head back, accepted the kiss, feeling a warmth in her eyes as if tears were about to fall.
The guards turned away, not looking at this intimate farewell. The lone boat on the river remained still, while the departing figure on the dock was like none ever seen in plays before, unspeakably poignant.
After a long while, Jih Heng finally let go. Jiang Li did not look at him again. She turned around, lifted her skirt, and boarded the boat.
