The cold wind was like a blade cutting into your rosy cheeks. You and him, hand in hand, enjoyed a romantic evening together.

It's not the golden light tinged with prosperity, not the warmth radiating from the luxurious space with the fragrant scent of the rich delicacies displayed on the table, not the sound of the melancholy violin.

'Romance' sometimes just walking together under the dim streetlights, feeling the warmth intertwined between our fingers, amidst the chilly wind. Looking at you from the corner of your eye, those lips stood out even more in the dark night, the plump red color seemed to provoke him, his steps suddenly stopped, making you suddenly stop too.

Ignored your sparkling, surprised eyes, he placed a kiss on your lips, no intense, but enough to create an aftertaste that made people nostalgic. He gently pulled away, looking at your before your raised your sleeve and wiped away the kiss that had just ended on your lips

"??"

He paused, reflexively tightened his grip, a sharp frown appearing on his forehead.

"Did the cat eat your tongue?"

Meaning 'If you don't like it then you can say', he grumbled, let go of your hand, coldly stuffed it in his pocket and walked away.