The night in the sea market is deep and silent.
Miles lay on her back on the bed, her eyes closed tightly, her frowning eyebrows revealed a feeling of intoxication.
Outside the window was a cold and lonely night. This was the second night he had dreamed of a girl in a row.
The hazy and beautiful dream is like a fluttering cloud, and he is lying in it, blood spurting almost comfortably.
The first ray of sunlight in the morning entered the room. Miles opened her eyes, feeling the wetness under her body, and closed her eyes almost disgustingly.
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