Not as Beautiful as You
Her head, without a care in the world, was resting against his broad shoulders while her feet were on his and he moved gently in a slow rhythm along with the music, swaying her along with him. His hands were securely wrapped around her waist, while she had one placed on his chest and the other one around him.
The candles on the table were gently flickering to dim and the lanterns had already reached a distance far enough to not look anything more than small dots of golden light glimmering in the sky that would eventually diminish as well.
"Ain't you tired?" Song Jia asked slowly as the music had now turned to a piece of soft instrumental music, that was soothing to the ears and suited the atmosphere well.
"My stamina is far better than this sweetheart." Wu Zhang whispered in her hair as mirth danced in his eyes, which she missed witnessing.