On a night when all was quiet, the entire forest seemed to be enveloped in a veil of mystery.
There were only the occasional chirps of insects and the rustling sound of the night wind passing through the leaves.
The Werewolf quietly led me out of the cottage. His hand gently held mine. His palm was broad and warm, and the rough texture passed through my fingertips, miraculously conveying a reassuring power.
We walked along a winding path covered with small pebbles and fallen leaves.
The trees on both sides were like silent guardians. They were tall and majestic, with their branches and leaves intertwined, forming a natural green arch.
The gentle breeze blew, and the leaves rustled, as if whispering the secrets of the night.
The air was filled with the fresh fragrance of grass and trees, making one feel relaxed and happy.
After walking for a while, the Werewolf brought me to an open grassland.
This grassland was like an unpolished emerald, emitting a soft glow in the moonlight.
The grass on the grassland swayed with the wind, as if dancing a gentle dance.
From time to time, there were glimmers of light in the grass. Those were fireflies playing. Their lights were like stars that had fallen to the mortal world, adding a bit of mysterious color to this grassland.
The stars twinkled in the sky, like bright jewels inlaid on the black sky curtain.
Some of the stars were bright and dazzling, as bright as diamonds; some twinkled slightly, emitting a soft and hazy light.
The outlines of the constellations were clearly visible - the huge body of the Big Dipper, the mighty belt of Orion, and the elegant curve of Cassiopeia. They were like the footprints left by heroes and mythical beasts in the sky, telling ancient and touching stories.
The Werewolf gently pulled me to sit down. His movements were very careful, as if he was afraid of hurting me.
We sat side by side on the grass, feeling the tranquility of the night and the breathing of the earth.
The grass beneath us was soft and elastic, as if it was a comfortable cushion specially prepared for us by nature.
First, he silently looked at the starry sky, his eyes full of contemplation and longing.
His gaze was deep and far - reaching, as if he wanted to penetrate the endless sky and explore the mysteries of the universe.
I could feel that his heart had become extremely calm and profound under this vast starry sky, as if all his troubles and worries had been left behind at this moment.
After a while, he turned his head and looked at me affectionately. His eyes seemed to carry a thousand words, a kind of deep affection that couldn't be expressed in words.
His eyes were especially bright under the moonlight, like two deep pools of water, making people involuntarily sink into them.
He slightly opened his mouth and said the words "like" in a somewhat unclear voice.
Although the voice was a bit hoarse and fuzzy, it sounded extremely clear and moving in this silent night.
There was nervousness and shyness in his tone, as if these two words had used up all his courage.
Hearing his confession, my heart was instantly filled with touch and warmth. Memories of the days we spent together kept flashing through my mind.
From the firm and brave figure when he first saved me, to his carefulness and concern when looking for herbs for me every day.
He always stepped into the depths of the forest early in the morning, regardless of thorns and dew, just to find the precious herbs that could cure my wounds.
Every time he came back, his body was covered with leaves and mud, but there was only concern for me in his eyes.
From his patient explanations when he took me to explore the forest, to his silent efforts when preparing food for me.
He would point to every plant, tell me their names and uses, and talk about the ways of survival in the forest.
When he roasted food for me, his concentrated expression was as if this was the most important thing in the world.
He always appeared by my side when I needed him most, using his strength and tenderness to shield me from the wind and rain.
I still remembered that time when I got lost in the forest, full of fear and helplessness.
When he found me, he tightly held me in his arms. At that moment, I could feel his rapid heartbeat. His embrace was so warm and firm that I instantly forgot all my fears.
There was always concern and care in his eyes, making me feel a sense of security I had never felt before in this strange and dangerous forest.
Every time I felt tired or frustrated, he always looked at me with those gentle eyes, giving me silent encouragement and support.
I knew that during these days of getting along, I had also developed special feelings for him.
This feeling was not the impulse of love at first sight, but had slowly taken root and germinated in the long - term getting - along.
I still remembered that time when I accidentally got injured, he was extremely worried as he treated my wound. The worry in his eyes made me feel heartache.
His fingers gently touched my skin, and every movement was full of pity. He carefully cleaned my wound, as if I was his most precious treasure.
And that time when we played by the stream together, the joy and contentment in his eyes when he saw me laughing.
He would pick the most beautiful flowers for me and put them in my hair, then quietly admire me, as if I was the most beautiful scenery in the world.
The fragrance of the flowers and his smile had become an eternal memory in my heart.
On countless nights, we sat by the campfire, sharing each other's stories and dreams.
He didn't talk much, but every word he said was deeply engraved in my heart.
He told me about his growing - up experience in the forest, those days of living with wolves and struggling against nature. And I would share my life in the city with him, the prosperity and noise.
I liked his bravery and strength. He never flinched in the face of the dangers in the forest. Whether it was a fierce wild beast or a harsh environment, he was always fearless, using his strength and wisdom to overcome everything.
I liked his kindness and tenderness. He always treated me very carefully, afraid that I would get hurt.
He was always so considerate in taking care of me. Whenever night fell, he would silently prepare the softest and most comfortable hay for me.
Those haystacks emitted a faint fragrance, as if they were warm gifts bestowed on us by nature.
I liked his simplicity and sincerity. Every look and every movement was full of sincere emotions.
He didn't know how to sweet - talk, but every move of his was full of love for me.
On this star - filled night, I looked into his eyes, my heart full of sweetness and happiness. I gently held his hand, responding to his feelings with my eyes.
We just sat quietly on the grass, enjoying this wonderful moment that belonged to us.
The moonlight shone on us, as if putting a layer of sacred glory on us.
Everything around became unimportant. Only the sounds of our heartbeats and breaths were intertwined in this quiet night...
