He closed his phoenix eyes, his long eyelashes covering his eyes, as if he was dozing. There is a brown tear nevus embedded under the left corner of the eye. The fair face was stained with a faint blush for some reason, and the water-colored thin lips were lightly pursed, unintentionally pulling out a lazy smile.
The bright afternoon sun shone straight in through the glass, and the light refracted on the glass in his slender fingers, casting a brilliant light and shadow on the opposite wall.
The air around him seemed to have solidified, and only the sunlight was still shining comfortably. The light and shadow on the wall swayed slightly as he turned the glass at his fingertips.
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