He woke up from the endless and light dream, and opened his eyes with some difficulty. Why was he still so sleepy and tired after sleeping for such a long time? He was a little confused and didn't know where he was, just like an extremely tired person who couldn't tell whether it was Saturday afternoon or Sunday morning after a dark dream. He felt that his throat was a little dry, and he was struggling to make a sound but couldn't make a syllable. He was a little annoyed. He blinked his eyes, wanting to see his surroundings clearly, and also wanting to know why he was so thirsty. The next second, he heard a surprised voice. Soon, footsteps and noisy voices followed one after another, and a crowd gathered around him. A beautiful and haggard face appeared in his sight. , The owner of that face had a pair of golden eyes, but now these beautiful eyes were uncontrollably dripping pearl-like tears one after another, wet and hot, falling on his face. As he looked at it, he suddenly felt that he was not so angry just now, and he was sad now. Not so sad anymore, he wanted to reach out and wipe away the tears on that face. Finally, he slowly raised his hand and uttered the first syllable. Slowly, like an old machine restarting after running out of oil for many years, he struggled but firmly said the first complete sentence, "You... Don't cry."
But I don't know why, that beautiful person cried more violently and sadly...
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