Time has painted a sorrowful hue on those once strong and beautiful features, the fine sand of years having scratched past the pain.

  The dusk gradually darkened, and the warm orange glow faded away.

  The deep blue sky twinkles with broken stars, but my heart is gradually suffocating under pressure.

  Remembering the youth's appearance in the sunset, with a gentle affection like water rippling at the bottom of his eyes.

  And as I savored the beauty of that subtle, enchanting smile, my heart slowly drowned in that deep ocean.

  She slightly lowered her eyelids, estimating that the young man had already left at this time, and couldn't help but take a step back along the original road to return to where they met again.

  Step by step, walking a bit aimlessly, mixed with some bitterness and loss of soul, everything is just one's own choice.

  Whether it's unbearable or lingering, it's all self-inflicted, just no longer wanting to be trapped in the emotional web of a willing heart.

  The young man had also vowed so solemnly three years ago to be forever

  But ultimately it was just because of a lie from someone else that it shattered and ceased to exist.

  But now it's all the same again, how can I believe and be moved once more.

  Suddenly, gazing at the lonely figure under the dim yellow light in the distance, footsteps came to a halt.

  Lapis lazuli-colored eyes half-hidden in the late wind slightly lifted among scattered hair.

  The twinkling stars are like a beautiful illustration under the painter's brush, exquisite and stunningly beautiful.

  "Frosty...". I don't know when he noticed my presence,

  The boy's gentle voice was tinged with a bit of hoarseness and tremble, piercing through the thick night air to strike that eardrum.

  "Why don't you come and sit down? Just casual chat like old friends."

  Eyes filled with bitter and desolate expectations, pale face under the dim yellow night light exuding a sense of depression.

  Taking slow and heavy steps, it's not a long distance but feels like a thousand miles apart.

  The marble seats surrounding the fountain in a semicircle are slightly cool.

  There were some crystal clear water droplets scattered around, faintly refracting the dim yellow light and radiating softness.

  "How have you been lately?" A very distant and old-fashioned greeting.

  With a hint of inexplicable emotions from his youth, it has changed flavor and is now filled with some warmth.

  "It's okay..."

  The evening wind blows by, and the scattered hair brushes over my eyes. The young man's slender white fingers gently hook the stray strands behind his ear.

  It's as natural as can be, like a familiar and practiced motion.

  With a hint of intimate affection, emotions gathered at the boy's slightly cool fingertips.

  Subconsciously avoiding him, the young man shortened the distance between them without leaving any trace.

  "Actually, I didn't need to be so panicked, I... really didn't have any malicious intentions."

  Turquoise eyes flowed with a hint of helplessness, and the web of struggling, suppressed sorrow tightly bound that soft heart.

  The dense ripples of night color are in the clear and handsome eyebrows of the young man.

  The emotions revealed by the young man so unintentionally saddened the comfortable atmosphere that filled the air.

  "What about you? And her... are you okay?" The words that had been carefully considered for a long time were slowly and cautiously spoken.

  A phrase brought back a long-forgotten sourness, accompanied by some repression.

  After a long time, a silence, an overly quiet atmosphere gradually became somewhat subtle.

  The youth had unknowingly leaned against his left shoulder and fallen into a light sleep.

  A faintly familiar and shallow breath wafted through that small heart.

  The city's eyes slightly closed, and the dense butterfly-like eyelashes cast a beautiful shadow.

  Her delicate white face had an abnormally pale and sickly complexion under the dim yellow light.

  It was as if he suddenly realized something, and tentatively called out his name a few times.

  With the worry of not getting a response, she pushed him gently.

  But unexpectedly, through the thin underclothes, what was transmitted was that scorching temperature.

  A gentle evening breeze brushed against her cheek.

  Anxiety and worry are like a tidal wave that gradually spreads and engulfs the sense of isolation, coolly slapping against the city of heart.

  "Su Heicheon, Su Heicheon." The slightly cool fingertips stroked the young man's faintly flushed cheeks.

  Scorching high temperatures are like they will burn your fingers at any time, making people fearful and worried.

  The hands clutching the hem of her clothes were enough to reveal the inner struggle and conflict.

  The pale and helpless face of a young man in the wind is like a close-up that has been enlarged time and again, deeply etched on the tip of my heart.

  The helplessness that had been swirling around in the thick night air finally swallowed up the inner struggle.

  Young man, after this is over, you and I will truly have nothing more to do with each other. I only wish for your safety and well-being, that's all.

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