The city of dusk summer backlight, the tender chrysanthemum, under the thick night color, is the flower cluster of love.

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  "Just like all girls wish for, a romantic relationship where they are cherished and loved."

  The young man's hair shone with a soft luster in the sunlight, his delicate lips pursed into a subtle smile.

  The delicate and beautiful lip line is like a work of art carefully painted by an artist.

  Her eyes shone like the stars on a clear summer night, filled with the radiant beauty of peach blossoms, rippling with subtle waves and flickering with complex emotions.

  Deeply in love, carefully, eagerly? Or perhaps a mix of emotions?

  "I won't be able to take it anymore, I'm exhausted. Once some things are seen through, fear sets in."

  Really don't want to give up everything so easily anymore.

  So as not to wait until the end and discover that apart from being self-deceived, one actually has nothing.

  Only fools would hold on to that long-lost beauty and cry endlessly.

  A strand of soft hair was blown up in the wind, and she smiled self-deprecatingly. Power Literature Network

  Su Mu-Liang would never allow another Su Xi-Cheng to appear, whether it be cowardice or evasion, ultimately unwilling to endure another heart-wrenching experience.

  In an instant, the boy's eyes dimmed, and a bitter sorrow flashed across his face, as if a layer of gloom had shrouded his handsome features.

  A faint sense of fatigue swept over him, and he leaned against the young man's sturdy arm, gently closing his eyes to savor the brief tranquility of the afternoon.

  "Have you ever thought of starting a new life, forgetting everything that has happened and unfolding a brand new one?"

  "Okay... Xie Ye, I'm so sleepy, everything will be fine after I wake up from this dream, right?"

  As soon as the words were spoken, a soft breathing sound came over, like a whispered reply that silently disappeared in the somewhat cool breeze.

  The young man slightly tilted his head, gently stroking the girl's slightly furrowed brow, a hint of bitterness spreading to the corner of his mouth.

  Your smile and your tears are always reserved for him alone...

  In the distance, silently watching everything from start to finish.

  A youth standing against the light, his eyes' luster has faded, bitterness in the wind.

  A white shirt fluttering in the wind, the bruise at the corner of his eye made his skin look even more pale and delicate, but what rippled between his eyebrows was the sorrow of late summer.

  Misty cool, what should I take you is good.

  If you express your love openly, you will surely be like a startled little deer hiding far away, forever staying in that small space.

  The half-clear sky is too deep, she is no longer the simple girl I once loved.

  When she begged me not to tell the truth to Hee-jin, I, who could never refuse her, hesitated repeatedly before agreeing temporarily.

  I remember when I first met you, your cautious eyes and high alertness towards me sparked my curiosity.

  Those eyes as clear as a small stream, containing the tender beauty of green water, silently and quietly entered the heart's city.

  Perhaps from that time on, your distinctly different reaction from other girls predetermined the current predicament.

  When you tremble but still say calmly that since we are pawns, we should make use of our value.

  At dusk, under the twilight, it seems that from that face which was struggling with a bit of stubbornness but helplessness, I saw my former self.

  Knowing that all efforts will not be remembered by anyone, yet still fell in love with abandon like a moth to flame.

  Time and time again, you bring me unexpected shocks, under the seemingly weak and ordinary appearance, there is actually a strong and beautiful heart.

  On a midsummer night with twinkling starlight, gazing at the enchanting starry sky, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it's always a bit desolate to appreciate it alone.

  The wound is faintly painful, the night color is a bit thick, and the moment when the ghostly axe-like phone call comes through.

  Suddenly realized, your smiling face has been painted on the tip of my heart.

  It's kind of funny listening to your dissatisfaction on the other end of the phone.

  It seems like your adorable face with puffed cheeks and a playful grin has appeared before my eyes.

  I'm so glad to have met you in this fleeting life where I've brushed shoulders with many people.

  At least there is one more person worth loving and being loved, filling up the blank space that was once lost in sorrow.

  You would smile as innocently as a child for just one small daisy that is not expensive or showy.

  The charm that radiates from within comes from your innocence and purity, like a child who wants to protect you.

  But you may know that what seems like a casual and effortless picking is actually filled with the subtlety and awkwardness of youth, as well as the bitterness in one's heart.

  The language of small chrysanthemum flowers... Love is hard to express from the heart - unrequited love's secret admiration.

  Delicate and lovely, beautiful and charming, your smiling face is as beautiful as a poem under the night sky.

  Exuding a warm and transparent feeling, inadvertently scattered all over the ground with elegance.

  Tender chrysanthemum, under the thick night color, swaying is a cluster of love flowers.