C202 Two peach dead

An old man walked slowly over and was looking at me. His gray eyes were so dark that there was no hope in them.

I was looking at him, too, and I thought the old man was full of curiosity.

"Little friend, we seem to have met somewhere before!" he said.

"I also feel that you look very familiar, as if I've really seen you before. "But I'm not sure if it's you or not that I'm seeing!" "No," I said