(Soul state) I floated by the glass window, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in the cafe. Five years after his death, Shen Sinian finally no longer just looked at the air and missed me. Opposite him sat a girl with crooked eyebrows. When she smiled, the curvature of the corners of her eyes reflected a third of my shadow.
"Su Wan always said before that the tiramisu here is just right sweet." His voice was low, and his fingertips were rubbing the rim of the coffee cup. His affectionate look made me, a "dead person", almost believe that he really loved me.
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This title alone is enough to convey the entire tragic core of a story. It is like a punch that hits the reader's heart before turning the page. This is not a simple story about reunion, but a carefully planned, silent and decisive trial written by time and death.
This title alone is enough to convey the entire tragic core of a story. It is like a punch that hits the reader's heart before turning the page. This is not a simple story about reunion, but a carefully planned, silent and decisive trial written by time and death.