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โ โโโโ ๐๐ฒ๐๐๐ถ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฑ : ๐๐ผ ๐บ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ || [ ๐ข๐ป ๐ต๐ผ๐น๐ฑ ] "๐๐ณ ๐ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฑ ๐ธ๐ป๐ผ๐๐ป ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ผ๐๐น๐ฑ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ ๐น๐ถ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐, ๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐น๐ฑ ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ป๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ป ๐ด๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฑ๐", she says. A drop of tear escaped the corner of her eyes, as she jumped into the void. The crimson-red plum blossom mark on her forehead slowly began to fade away. Her eyes, capturing the view of the person, looking at her as she descends. The person's eyes brimmed with anguish, holding within them a trove of unanswered questions and untold truths. Yet, amidst the silent exchange, all that lingered was a solitary remnant: a scarlet fragment of her dress, dancing languidly in his grasp, carried by the breeze. "๐๐ฎ๐ป ๐๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ฒ๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฒ ๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ณ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ? ๐ข๐ฟ ๐ถ๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐ฑ๐ผ๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐๐ผ ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฑ... ๐ ๐ฎ๐๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ป๐ฒ๐ ๐ ๐น๐ถ๐ณ๐ฒ, ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ป๐ฒ... ๐ ๐ฎ๐๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ป ๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ป๐ฒ๐ ๐ ๐น๐ถ๐ณ๐ฒ, ๐๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ๐ป๐ด๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ด", he says as he slowly departs from this life of his. โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ เญจเญง โ Sorry if there are some grammatical mistakes.English is not my first language, but I'm trying my best to improve. เญจเญง โ This story is not mature (13+) at the moment. However, if there will be any mature/triggering content in any chapter, I will mark it as mature or provide a warning within the chapter. เญจเญง โ The images used in the story are not mine, credits go to the original creator.