The silver-hook crescent moon hangs in the lonely night sky, and in the middle of the ice-blue lake that is dyed with light red circles, a man hugs the woman in his arms tightly.
The blood-stained hands were stretched out tremblingly, the pupils were gradually dilated, and the mouth was bleeding outwards.
Can't hear. This is like a world where no sound can be heard.
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Whose tears of sadness fell on whose face.
The woman raised the corners of her mouth, and her lifeless face bloomed with a poignant and beautiful brilliance that eclipsed all things in the world.
The slender hand suddenly fell, causing the small ice bell on the wrist to make a heartbreaking sound.
"Forget me... Hao Ye."