His outstretched hand froze in mid-air for an instant, neither advancing nor retreating.
Instead, her hand inadvertently fell on his cheek in the next moment, infinitely gentle.
"You are like a child, yet a blind fish in the summer"
Those were the last words she left him.
In this way, the intertwined threads of fate have simply returned to their proper track.
Then they parted ways.
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