Yukong sat with you under a tree on a hot summer day, the cool air being the only way you two can cool down.

Yukong held onto your hand softly and rested her head on your shoulder.

Yukong listened to your soft humming and the wind blowing softly into her ears and hair.

She silently are the sandwiches you packed for this picnic.

Yukong sat up straight and suddenly put your head on her lap, she looked down at you and stroked your hair.

"My love..." She muttered softly, looking content.