In the backlight of late summer, that city; She who once smiled like a flower also had tears all over her face. He who once smiled like a painting also gazed at his own shadow.

  The soft morning sunlight shone on her slightly tired face.

  That face, which I think of day and night, is gentle, elegant and refined, becoming more exquisite with the passage of time. Qidian Literature Net updates its romantic content faster than a rocket - dare you not believe it?

  For three years, the one who has appeared countless times in my dreams as being so wonderful is the first person I see when I open my eyes, and also the one I love most.

  Thick and dense eyelashes cast a beautiful shadow.

  Her beautiful eyes and shallow breathing faintly revealed the girl's fatigue.

  Gently stroking her soft hair, accompanied by her unique breath, the faint fragrance refreshed my mind and spirit.

  Delicate willow leaf eyebrows are like fine brushstrokes of a painting.

  The ripples between his eyebrows were filled with sorrow and heaviness that didn't belong to this age.

  Her fingertips lightly brushed against her slightly furrowed eyebrows as she slept.

  As if to soothe the sorrow with a gentle and loving force, repeatedly stroking over and over again.

  Frosty... A strong and stubborn girl who was ultimately hurt to the core in her most beautiful years.

  Sparkling clear eyes with a hint of smile rippling with tender beauty, lips curved in a faint smile as if in that distant past.

  My thoughts wandered back to that late summer evening.

  That beautiful thing buried deep in the soft inner heart was ultimately destroyed by rumors and that twelve-point cool hypocrisy.

  Remember that year, the day when Half Cloud was injured

  Her cautious and exploratory inquiry was shattered by me who had been so certain that I would love her for a lifetime.

  She said, if time could flow backwards and everything could start anew, how wonderful would it be?

  Pursing her lips, I, who had once yearned to return to the good times, only then realized that the simple girl had already fully occupied my heart. Qidian Literature Network

  She who had been met with a gentle refusal, the desolation welling up in her eyes was no longer enough to stir up the turmoil of anxiety within her.

  Under the sunset, the warm light that shines on her flaxen hair seems to transform into another girl's smiling face, so warm and dazzling.

  She suddenly called me over with a hint of mystery, her eyes sparkling with crystal clear clarity.

  Recalling past feelings and having just been rejected without any room for compromise, I agreed to that not-so-unreasonable request.

  Slowly approaching, yet unaware of the flash of sharp light in her eyes and the helpless astonishment outside the glass window.

  She said that some words were originally intended to be buried deep in her heart for a lifetime, but now they are compared and let them rot in the damp corner.

  It's better to take it out and bask in the sun to comfort that guilt, even if only a little bit.

  She also said she loved me, even though this love was not visible and was based on a huge lie.

  But she never regretted it, only that sense of condemnation would occasionally suppress the overwhelming emotions.

  She didn't quite understand what he said, but she didn't mind. She just thought it was an expression of his recent sorrow and past apologies.

  As I recall her in the forest before we parted ways, I couldn't help but say hello and then leave.

  But unexpectedly, the girl he had been thinking of was sobbing and choking outside the door.

  At that tear-stained face, my heart seemed to skip a beat and felt a pang of distress.

  Never had she cried so painfully, curled up like a wounded little beast in that small corner, tears flowing uncontrollably.

  Flustered and at a loss, I, who had never coaxed a girl before, could only repeatedly wipe away her tears from the corners of her eyes, gently embracing her slender figure into my arms.

  One drop after another, the tears on my shoulder are cool, with enough force to collapse the city of heart, heartache is at a loss, don't know what to do.

  Tears slowly subsided, and she asked softly why, but she bit her lower lip, her small face pale to the point of being heart-wrenching.

  She slowly raised her head, with some complex emotions flashing in the bottom of her eyes, and slowly opened her arms to let me go, telling me to leave first.

  Her pupils suddenly contracted, and her cool tone was like a sharp knife cutting through a soft heart.

  She felt a faint sense of unease, it was her first and last time experiencing the chill that seeped into her limbs.

  She who had a smile as bright as a flower also had tears streaming down her face. He whose smile was as beautiful as a painting also once gazed at his own reflection with self-pity.