Wearing red armor the color of the setting sun, she stood on the top of the mountain, squinting her eyes and frowning.
The blue eyes, as deep as the sea, were so silent that no light could shine through.
The sunset is getting late and is broken in the west. The city in the flames of war is like the sky that is gradually dimming, falling into pieces bit by bit.
She closed her eyes slightly, and in her memory, he was smiling at her, gently raising the corners of his mouth, bending his narrow eyes, and having a delicate appearance.
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