The cold edges and corners of the gun, the golden eyes without a trace of warmth.
It is obviously the warmest color, but when did it become so cold?
There was a sharp gunshot and blurred eyes.
Her long silver hair was splashed with blood, and she turned around without a trace of hesitation, her dazzling golden eyes still so warm.
There's no going back, honey.
Oh God, humble begging, if I could live my life again.
I just want to give him a warm hug.
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