And there was the murmur in her ear, she heard him say: "I love you!"
Everything was so beautiful, Qin Yin thought, as if she had stepped into a vast dream, the place her heart yearned for, her own Arcadia. She did not want to wake up; she wished to live forever in this dream.
He finally uttered that word 'love' to her, but was it too late?
Qin Yin's body shrank back, shrinking into his embrace, suddenly feeling a sourness in her nose, an overwhelming sadness.
Nan Sichen, with his arm around her, could feel the tremors of her body.
He reined in the horse and jumped down, hugging Qin Yin, he asked, "Yinyin, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
Qin Yin forced a smile and said, "The wind is too strong here, I feel like sand got in my eyes."
"Then let's go back," said Nan Sichen, with one hand leading the horse and the other holding Qin Yin's hand, the two of them strolled on the prairie, dressed in the strange joyous wedding attire.
