I smiled bitterly to myself, yet found myself unable to explain the complex relationship between us.
Siniang’s smile, which had just been as radiant as the warm spring sun, slowly faded as if quietly swallowed by the approaching night, replaced by a trace of deep sorrow.
She lowered her head slightly, her cascade of dark, glossy hair spilling over like a waterfall to conceal most of her face, leaving only her slender neck visible as it trembled slightly.
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