Mu Houchu decisively pushed her head down and kissed her fervently. The morning light painted the sky red, and on the desolate, barren grassland, nearly no trace of humanity could be spotted, only two horses and a couple.
The man was dressed in a dark robe, the woman in a red cloak. They kissed, appearing even more radiant than the bloody dawn.
Xin He wrapped her arms around his neck, responding fervently to his kiss. After what seemed like an eternity, Xin He's face flushed, and Mu Houchu slowly released her: "I'm leaving."
Xin He nodded gently.
There were no additional salutations or farewells, because more words had already been thoroughly conveyed in that lingering kiss. Understanding each other tacitly had always been their forte. Speaking more would only add to the reluctance to part.
Mu Houchu turned around, mounted his horse, and decisively urged his horse to leave.