On that summer afternoon, she held her little brother in her arms and saw the young man in black with a face as cold as a rock. Such a pair of eyes that were faintly restrained but still as blazing as lava caused some strange ripples in the heart that had always been cold and self-possessed.
Yun Xiao kissed his eyes gently in the void. These violent and unruly eyes had the deepest tenderness. Yu, I love you. Her whisper was like the breeze blowing through the treetops, which could not even disturb the dust on the young leaves, but he felt it. He raised his head and smiled at her. The smile gradually became transparent, and finally dissipated with her in the bright sunshine.
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