C342 Would She Cry If He Died?

He gently closed his eyes, as if, in this way, he could imagine that what he was facing was a smile that was as bright as a peach flower. His eyelashes bent, and his small mouth curled up into a pout.

That was when she loved him the most, when she held his hand and ate mutton skewers with her, and although he complained about the filth, his heart was sweeter than honey.

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