S looked into C's deep and clear eyes and said softly, why do you think I won't suffer? His voice was as calm as ever, and only his trembling lips betrayed his emotion.
Irish music floats leisurely in the cafe, which is clean and clear, with a lightness that is not stained by the secular world.
C didn't answer. He pursed his lips tightly, as if he was trying his best to suppress some kind of power in his body, because if there was a gap, it would collapse and burst. But he did not escape S's eyes, looking deeply at the slender woman sitting opposite.
Seeing that he had no intention of answering, his eyes were painful and struggling. At this moment, he was still staring at himself intently, but everything just seemed weak, even ridiculous. Sighing softly, S spoke. It seems that all this means nothing now, but I can still be sure of one thing. Looking directly into his eyes, I said word for word, you have never understood me.
C's body trembled and he spoke slowly, S, have you ever given me a chance to get to know you? Or have you given anyone a chance to get to know you?
Unexpectedly, he would ask this question. S avoided his gaze and turned to look out the window. The sky was high and the air was refreshing. Do beautiful things last forever? She learned long ago that good things can never be caught.
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