He was leaning against the pillar in the pavilion, with his long flowing hair hanging down to cover his eyes, but his furrowed brows were faintly revealed from his hair, and his thin lips were weakly drooped under the shadow of the street lamp.
She stood blankly in the middle of the pavilion, looking at his desolate appearance, with the blood stains on her lips glistening.
He burst into tears, and the tears fell on his body drop by drop, staining his white shirt.
She turned around, and the tears in her eyes finally burst.
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