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His fingers were still on her thin eyelids, and he seemed to be able to feel that tiny tremor. His movements slowed down, and he looked at her without moving, and he could not deny that her eyes, at that moment, were the cleanest and purest of all the women he had ever seen. The light in her eyes was that of youth, of hope, of uncompromising stubbornness, of wanting him to be touched.

"He Yijie