The iris-haired boy held his shoulders, and the light in his eyes made her stunned for a moment: "Why didn't you tell me! I'm right next to you. Do you think that I am your... Friend?"
The king with dark red eyes stood in a backlit forest, his face half illuminated and half covered. The sadness in his eyes seemed to have been brewing for a thousand years, and he whispered: "Who do you think I love? Do you think... Who am I waiting for...?"
The silver-haired man came close to her ear, his slightly narrowed eyes revealed a trace of crimson light, and his voice sounded ambiguously in her ear: "Hey, have I ever said that I have never seen through you in all this time."
The man stood a few steps away from her. His face was as handsome as it was many years ago, and his expression was as calm as it was many years ago. Only his eyes trembled violently inadvertently. After a long time, he opened his mouth, and in an unclear voice, he asked her: "Who are you?"
Forgive her, she just left her memory behind time.