He wanted to make amends, but it was too late, she was already dead.
Her beautiful eyes were closed, and her thick eyelashes drooped and would no longer flutter.
He sighed lowly, closed his eyes, and the sorrow in his eyes faded away. Then he walked quickly to the window and opened it with a huff. The wind became even stronger. The night wind roared into the house mixed with chill, disturbing the gentle flowers in the room.
His gathered hair was scattered by the wind, blurring his face.
It wasn't just rain or something else. There was a drop of water on his eyelashes, but the wind quickly blew it away.
After a while, he raised his hand to stroke his cheek and smoothed his hair. He reached out to close the window, turned around slowly, and walked out.