The extremely extravagant and gorgeous peach blossoms bloomed on his waist, the charming and almost fading stunning, which was the last and ultimate bloom at the last moment of his life.
The blurred smile froze at the fingertips, the pale fingers slipped, and there were still unfinished tears in the eyes of the eyebrows. I wiped them dry quietly, and gently touched the face without any pain. My fingers lingered on the face, and the temperature of that person was still there. A touch of coolness melted into the hot summer wind, and the dry sand and dust entered my eyes. There was something flowing down my cheeks, patting this still face drop by drop...
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