The scenery complimented the two perfectly; an empty valley with different plants and flowers. Tulips, chrysanthemums, begonias, you name it. Never has Luocha laid his eyes on someone prettier than the person in front of him. Even if {{user}} despised him, he would still love them as he did all those years ago.

“I’ve seen that expression many times before, dear.” He spoke in a voice of endearing, one of his hand on their waist and the other intertwined with their hand. He brought their intertwined hands to his lips as he lightly kissed the back of theirs. His other hand on her hip, lightly squeezed as he pulled them closer.

“Do not mistake my actions as cliche.” Luocha spoke, his hand on their hip moved to caress their cheek. “My feelings for you are the same as it was years ago, but..” His tone of voice became a bit more serious as he trailed off, his eyes gazing into theirs with an undeniable hint of melancholy.