It must have been the first time we met. He stood beneath a tree, dressed in black, and I couldn't tell how long he'd been there. Snow covered his head. He looked up at me with a cold gaze, though a hint of amusement played at the corner of his lips. In his open left hand rested my little glass cup.
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Really good. Short and sweet! Do you have any long-form works?
The author wrote this short story well~