Desolate tears bloom in late summer, and the prosperity of youth collapses from this.

  A warm and humid sensation spread across her cheeks, the only temperature being the bitter chill that brushed against the corners of her mouth.

  Both hands twisted thin shirt, icy water droplets fell on the ground splashing a piece of coolness.

  After disheveling hair strands over the ears, slightly hook up a hint of curvature, if...

  Really died, will everything fall down the curtain?

  Will those schadenfreude and rumors disappear along with it?

  Her arms were wrapped around her legs, the corner of her wet undershirt dripping with water droplets, her head aching and dizzy.

  The air temperature seemed to have dropped low enough to start solidifying, and the scorching heat on my forehead was in stark contrast to this.

  The line of sight is a bit blurry, thoughts are a bit confused, and the temperature that is sometimes cold and sometimes hot seems like two extremes between ice and fire.

  My eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, all the troubles are gone, I'd rather just die like this...

  Before falling asleep, I faintly smelled a sense of security, so familiar, so refreshing, carrying the warmth of summer.

  Young man, in the midst of a deep dream, your breath still lingers faintly. Is it the ache of longing or the last warmth before parting?

  In his dream, the young man turned around and left resolutely, leaving behind only a vague silhouette in his hazy line of sight.

  Dazed on the spot, like a wounded beast basking in the sunlight, licking its wounds alone.

  The lingering warmth in the air gradually solidified, that hint of breath disappeared into ash, evaporating together with the tears at the corner of my eyes.

  Painfully gazing at the end of the road where the figure has long disappeared, sorrowful tears bloom in late summer.

  I suddenly opened my eyes, as if I wanted to escape from the dream, struggling to get rid of that overly realistic dream.

  It's that familiar style again, that familiar breath. Perhaps the moment before I fainted, the faint scent I smelled was real.

  My head is spinning, different from the hangover before, with a sickly dizziness and some pain.

  Pushing open the door, the sunlight pouring down cast a warm glow on his flaxen hair, and the young man's handsome and delicate face looked slightly melancholy under the sun.

  Furrowed eyebrows, half-closed handsome eyes, white porcelain-like delicate skin with a hint of elegant melancholy.

  The breeze gently swept by. The silk curtains beside the floor-to-ceiling window fluttered with a beautiful arc, and outside the window, the summer colors swayed, a magnificent scene.

  "Mo Liang... you, why did you say that to Ban Qing?"

  The voice was slightly hoarse, and the pleasant sound was slightly trembling, as if unable to accept.

  The bright eyes that once shone like stars were now filled with complex emotions, shifting between light and darkness.

  "Xi Cheng, what are you talking about?" His eyes darted around nervously, his eyelids drooping slightly, looking somewhat at a loss.

  "Frosty, I... never thought you'd be like this too."

  It was as if his piercing gaze could penetrate everything, like a sharp blade that stabbed into the eyes and made them ache.

  The wind, carrying the once fragmented beauty, gently caressed his handsome face, and the shadows cast by the sunlight darkened the entire city of heart.

  An inexplicable sense of unease spread, and tiny beads of sweat began to form on the palms, evaporating the temperature at the fingertips.

  "What... what else can I do? I've already given you all of my love, what more do you want?"

  She raised her eyes stubbornly, staring at those eyes, the glaze-colored pupils flashing with a profound and vast depth.

  "Suzi Liang, I once thought you were different from other girls,"

  "I never thought you'd be no different from those who would destroy others' happiness for their own purposes."

  A young man stands against the backlight, his flaxen hair blowing gently in the wind with a beautiful arc. The emotions flowing from his eyes are defined as disgust.

  Pupils suddenly constricted, the youth's hurtful words clouded his entire heart, and two cities collapsed.

  I don't know why my withdrawal is being interpreted as despicable.

  He who had never called me by my full name before spoke out each word and sentence so coldly at this moment.

  The eyes are the strangers I fear, once warm and gentle like water rippling with faint ripples, now cold and piercing through that heart.

  "Xī zhē, what are you talking about?" The decisive last question, with the last vestige of hesitation, collapsed the past between the two.

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