The beautiful, long-haired "girl" knitted her brows. Those stunning, pure white eyes seemed to be glazed with a layer of ice, and the look she directed at Yuka was filled with wariness and detachment. Her tone was sub-zero: "I am a boy, obviously."
*Ooh, the way he knits his brows is so pretty too!* And paired with the lingering redness in the corners of his eyes from crying just moments ago, it looked even better!
It gave off that sense of "shattered beauty" that the cold, elegant beauties in books have when they shed tears.
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