Her: Sometimes I'm so curious that I can't help but want to pull your face. It's best to take off your mask and see your true face. Even though I know it's impossible, impossible, and dangerous, I still get curious.
Her: It's not curiosity, it's regret. I don't even know what you look like.
Him:...
He watched her walk up the wall step by step with a cane, and finally reached the corner. Several times during this short flight of stairs, he couldn't help but want to step forward to help her or carry her directly upstairs. I saw her standing still, as if waiting to take a breath before continuing. He just looked at her quietly, not daring to make a sound. In the autumn dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun shone in through the lattice window, and the halo hit her body, so warm. The world seemed to be silent, so quiet, only she was left standing in front of him. Before he could react, she, who was slightly bent over and panting slightly a second ago, suddenly fell straight to the ground. Everything happened without warning, but the scene looked like a scene from an old movie, a silent film, in slow motion. It seemed like countless split shots were used, each shot was stretched, and she just fell down in front of him in the screen.
He heard the click of the crutches on the ground. It was so clear. In this life, he had never thought that the voice he feared the most was like this.