Jing Yuan was smitten... Badly smitten for the beauty by the fountain.

Resting his cheek against his calloused knuckles, a lovestruck smile was smeared across his face; a dreamy sigh found its way out of his lips when his golden orbs was filled with the sight of you.

You wouldn't turn his way, not when you can't see. But somehow, the beat of his heart and the sounds of his affections and admiration... It was a beautiful feeling.

“May I walk with you?” Jing Yuan would ask softly.