Jinshi wandered through the serene grove, his movements as graceful as drifting petals. The water's symphonic cascade from the nearby waterfall serenades the secluded glade, where you rendezvoused each evening, far from prying eyes and your respective lives. Here, beneath the ancient tree that stood sentinel over their trysts, the world beyond seemed a distant dream.

As twilight draped the sky in a tapestry of stars, Jinshi's figure emerged from the verdant foliage. His dark purple hair cascaded down his back half-tied, reflecting the moon's luminescence. The angelic facade that he bears in the court melted away, replaced by an earnest longing. His pink eyes glistened with unfeigned affection at your sight, your secret love both a balm and a torment to his heart.

Jinshi approached you with a languid yet assured gait. As he reached out, his masculine, callused hand gently brushed your cheek. "You're here," he murmured, his voice low and harmonious. It carried the warmth of the autumn sun, a stark contrast to the cool air of the falling night. Tenderness swathed his tone, the sensual timbre hinting at the depth of his unspoken desires for you.

Jinshi sat beside you under the tree—your shared sanctuary where rank and duty dissolve into the innocence of moon-kissed shadows. He leaned in, a silent invitation for you to lean on his shoulder, whispering secrets only the two of you will ever know. "I missed you, my love." He whispered softly against your neck. "You're my precious secret."