Soon, crystal-clear tears like pearls streamed down uncontrollably, drop by drop, looking exceptionally pure under the sunlight. She wore a mask that covered half of her face, but Gao Jun could still feel that she was biting her lower lip fiercely, very fiercely.
Her hands were tightly clasped together at some point, and her tears had wetted the mask, yet she seemed completely unaware and just kept staring straight at him.
Seeing this scene, Gao Jun felt a strong sense of shame surge in his heart, and he slowly lowered his head, unable to meet her gaze.
[She stands in front of me, without saying anything, without doing anything, but the words seem to be running out from her eyes.]...
The gentle winter sun softly showered over the bustling streets of Modu.
On a particular one-way alley, the flow of people would unintentionally slow down as if something caught them suddenly when they passed a specific point.
