The smile of the city leaning against the backlight is the nostalgia that has been lingering in the young heart's thoughts day and night.

  The soft sunlight fell on her gentle hair, and her butterfly-like eyelashes trembled lightly.

  At this point, he subconsciously closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

  "It's okay, the fever has already gone down."

  A slightly cool small hand covers the forehead, a gentle and soft voice sounds like heavenly music.

  The sunlight poured onto her profile, outlining a delicate face, an incredible beauty.

  She slightly rubbed her sore arms, smoothed out the wrinkles on her clothes, and then turned her head to leave.

  He stretched out his hand and gently grasped her slender wrist, meeting her astonished gaze with a slow opening of his eyes.

  "Are you awake?" A hint of surprise flickered across her beautiful face, and her slender eyebrows furrowed slightly.

  "That's good, the fever has gone down, since you're already awake, I'll leave first and get some rest."

  A complex emotion flashed across her eyes, captured in an instant, and she slightly lowered her eyelids, with dappled light and shadow scattered on her face.

  As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward and left without any hesitation, leaving behind only the chill in the air and shock.

  "It hurts." His eyebrows furrowed as if recalling something, his faintly trembling voice carried a hint of illness.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, she hesitated in her steps, with suppressed worry and anxiety flickering at the bottom of her eyes.

  "Where does it hurt?" Seemed to have gained some satisfaction, pursed lips without answering, just quietly gazing at her who was slowly walking towards here.

  。。。。。。。。。。。。。。

  "Sohee-ya, you bastard, let go!"

  Suddenly caught off guard and pulled into his arms, a faint fragrance lingered around her.

  The soft jawline rested lightly on the shoulder, and the flaxen-colored hair brushed slightly against the side of her face.

  Subconsciously struggling, somewhat unexpectedly for his overly intimate actions, as if some unspoken emotions were intertwined.

  A young man's every move will always break that comfortable and carefree life.

  At this time, some ambiguous and thin air was so oppressive that it made people feel suffocated.

  "Are you deceiving me?" Narrowing his eyes slightly with a hint of danger, he stared at the exquisite and delicate face that was backlit.

  "No, it really hurts here." The crystal-like eyes sparkled with innocence and faint sorrow.

  The slender white index finger was pointing at what I thought was the coldest heart that had been beating.

  At that moment, it felt like my heart skipped a beat.

  A surge of inexplicable emotions overflowed and gently transformed into tangled vines that wrapped around some abandoned heart cities.

  A gentle breeze blew by, and the young man's beautiful eyes were filled with warm, shining light. The soft, warm sunlight filtered through his hair, scattering unevenly on his heart.

  "Su Hee-jin, are you having a fever or is it something wrong with your heart?"

  Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she awkwardly turned her back on him.

  Even if he understood the meaning of those words, he deliberately twisted the implication with some malice.

  "Frosty...". The faint sound line carried a hint of helplessness, and in the midst of it, the embrace tightened slightly.

  "Sorry, but your tone is dragging on, sounds like a childish brat who can't get enough candy."

  "It's really true, your mouth has become so poisonous...... But I like it."

  The first half of the sentence is mixed with some spoiled dissatisfaction and helplessness, while the latter part suddenly changes.

  The air is filled with the love that has been polished by the fine sand of time.

  The air is filled with that tenderness and affection.

  The smile in the boy's eyes is like a brilliant bloom of midsummer, as beautiful and resplendent as brocade or flowers.

  "Soohyun..."

  "Hush..., it's cool, listen to me..."

  "Su Hei Che really loves, loves that girl named Su Mo Liang."

  Hmm, the dividing line is a shift in pronouns, does it still look familiar?

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