Under the moonlight, Kurenai Yuhi's profile was soft and graceful, and her red eyes seemed to hold a thousand unspoken words.
"Kurenai."
Uchiha Yao spoke.
"Hmm?"
"You're a good woman."
Kurenai Yuhi's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
She raised her head and met Uchiha Yao's deep eyes.
"Gentle, kind, strong, and... beautiful."
Kurenai Yuhi's breathing began to quicken.
She shyly lowered her head.
In that ambiguous atmosphere.
Before they knew it, the two had arrived at Kurenai Yuhi's doorstep.
It was a small, exquisite house, its courtyard filled with all kinds of flowers and plants.
"We're here."
Uchiha Yao stopped.
"Mm..."
Kurenai Yuhi answered with her head lowered, but she showed no intention of going inside.
She merely stood there, both hands tightly clutching the hem of her clothes.
After a long while.
Kurenai Yuhi suddenly raised her head.
"Yao."
Kurenai Yuhi called Uchiha Yao's name.
Then she rose onto her tiptoes, stretched out her arms, and wrapped them around Uchiha Yao's neck.
Under Uchiha Yao's stunned gaze, she pressed her soft, warm lips against his.
It was as fleeting as a dragonfly touching the water, gone the instant it landed.
Kurenai Yuhi's face was already so red it looked ready to bleed.
She did not dare look at Uchiha Yao again. Releasing him, she turned and ran into her courtyard, then slammed the gate shut behind her.
Uchiha Yao stood where he was and reached up to lightly touch his lips.
They seemed to still retain a trace of softness, along with the faint, sweet fragrance of a woman.
Uchiha Yao shook his head, a helpless yet indulgent smile appearing on his face.
Uchiha Yao looked at the tightly shut courtyard gate, as if he could see the woman behind it, covering her face as her heart pounded wildly.