nycdaug Chapter 218 Unsolved
Chapter 218 Unsolved
His face seemed to have been meticulously carved by the most skilled sculptor, with countless efforts and painstaking care. Its contours were clear and distinct, and its lines were strong and powerful, as sharp as a knife or an axe.
The towering cheekbones and the straight nose bridge complement each other, forming a perfect three-dimensional picture; under the slightly upturned sword-like eyebrows, the eyes as deep as the pool of water flash with a mysterious light, which makes people fall into it without being able to extricate themselves; when the thin lips are lightly pursed, there is an imperceptible smile, which adds a bit of indescribable charm to this already handsome face.
No matter from which angle you admire it, you will be attracted by the charming aura emanating from this face.
However, what is surprising is that at first glance, this face is as calm as a pool of still water, without any obvious fluctuations or changes in expression.
It is like a carefully painted scroll, with every line and outline perfectly outlining a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.
But if someone can get rid of the restlessness and noise in his heart, calm down, and look at and ponder it as carefully as if he were appreciating a rare treasure, then he will certainly be amazed to discover the subtle emotions hidden in it that are not easy for people to notice.
These emotions are like pearls hidden in the deep sea, which require people to have keen insight and delicate sensitivity to discover them.
They may be just a fleeting fluctuation of the eyes, or the slight tremor of the corners of the mouth, but they all convey the complex and indescribable emotions deep in the owner's heart.
Especially when that gaze accidentally touched his eyes, he seemed to be instantly drawn into a boundless, deep and mysterious universe.
His eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky, shining with a mesmerizing light.
Every star seems to contain endless stories and emotions, making people want to explore the mysteries contained therein.
When gazing into these eyes, one can clearly feel an indescribable emotion quietly flowing out from the vast sea of stars.
That emotion is like a gentle breeze, gently blowing across the lake of the soul, stirring up layers of ripples; it is also like a melodious music, slowly playing in the depths of the soul, touching the softest corners of the heart.
It has a hint of sadness, as if carrying thousands of years of longing and loneliness; it is also mixed with a hint of warmth, like the spring sunshine shining in the heart, bringing hope and comfort.
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His eyes, which were originally as bright and sharp as stars, now seemed to be tightly wrapped in a thin layer of haze.
This layer of haze is like a lingering thick fog, which ruthlessly obscures the originally dazzling light and makes it slightly dim.
However, when you look through this haze and into the depths of your eyes, which are as deep as a pool of water, you can vaguely perceive a very subtle and elusive sense of loss.
This sense of loss is like a lonely meteor in the night sky, dragging a long tail and streaking across the sky at an astonishing speed.
But in the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.
However, although the meteor has disappeared, the faint trace it left in the sky is deeply imprinted in people's hearts like a brand, making people unable to help but repeatedly savor and ponder the deep meaning and emotions contained in it.
That sense of loss seemed to be gently and quietly obscured by a veil as thin as a cicada's wing. Sometimes it would appear clearly before one's eyes, allowing one to truly feel the sadness and helplessness contained within; however, the next moment, it would disappear like a wisp of smoke, swiftly fading away without a trace, as if it had never appeared in the first place.
This elusive state is just like the twinkling stars in the night sky.
They clearly emit a faint but charming light in the darkness, but when you want to look closely, they seem to deliberately play hide-and-seek with you, appearing here and running there, making it difficult for you to grasp their exact location and trajectory.
The illusory and hazy feeling brought about by this loss lingers in my heart and cannot be shaken off.
It is not the kind of sorrow that is as strong as a storm and can break a person's heart into pieces. It is more like a low and soft elegy coming from the distant years.
This elegy is like a gentle evening breeze, slowly blowing through people's hearts, gently touching the softest and most hidden corner deep in everyone's heart.
Under the stimulation of this invisible force, an indescribable feeling of compassion will arise spontaneously, just like a tender sprout breaking through the soil in spring, growing silently but unwaveringly.
This feeling of loss is like a lone dancer standing alone in the center of an empty and deserted stage.
Her graceful figure danced lightly to the sad and moving melody, and every movement was so elegant and smooth, as if telling an unknown and sad story.
However, her sorrowful and sad expression was tightly covered by a layer of thin gauze, which was like an insurmountable barrier, completely isolating her from the outside world.
Even if others wanted to get closer, they could only vaguely glimpse a little bit of it through those tiny gaps.
But just this glimpse is enough to move people and make them unable to extricate themselves.
At that moment, Fang Congyi, relying on his extraordinary intuition, like a hound with a keen sense of smell, accurately captured the extremely subtle and hardly noticeable sense of loss quietly emanating from Lu Yan.