The boy bent down slightly and whispered in the girl's ear: "Xiao... I'm sorry."
After saying that, in the girl's astonished eyes, he pointed his right hand towards the center of her eyebrow.
"... Pray..." The young man reached out to catch the girl's fallen body. He sighed softly and pushed back the warmth and moisture in his eyes. The young man caressed the girl's closed eyes and murmured lovingly: "Forgive my selfishness... Xiao..."
The boy brushed away the broken hair from the girl's forehead and placed a gentle kiss on it. The wind rises and falls, and everything is the same as before, except that the boy is no longer there, leaving the girl alone.