"Oh, lame~" She smiled without any tenderness.
I don't understand her purpose and her inexplicable hatred.
She bent down, her lips slightly hooked, and her eyes seemed full of unwillingness. She lifted my chin with her cold index finger, tilted her head, and turned to me again. Her eyes were red, and she said fiercely from between her teeth: "Why did you provoke me and then forget me!"
My heart skipped a beat.
For a moment, their eyes met.
For a moment, tenderness is wanton.
Intention: do it and cherish it