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The endless sea, broken into small drops, pours over my face. I feel every drop enveloping me like a gentle ghost, plunging into my madness. My thoughts are a bizarre dance of whirlwinds that never subside.

Sitting in his chambers, Jinshi was going through a sleepless night. But the right medicine for it would arrive very soon. He just didn’t know it yet.

Looking into his eyes, a real fire broke out in my soul. Gentle brown eyes with a devilish yellowness forced him to look again and again, once again doubting the correctness of his actions. Empathetic words, evening meetings and support — that's what finally melted her heart. And, deciding that there would be no better moment, Rumi, with bitter sadness in her eyes, stands on tiptoe and touches her lips in coral lipstick to the man's lips, which immediately curved into a surprised grin.

Yang doesn't begrudge the comfort of a stranger touching her hair for once.