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8 июня 2021 г., 19:17
The guy stood right in front of him, gazing straight into Claire’s eyes. He was meeting Claire’s eyes, right now, without showing the smallest sign of fear. Ah, what terribly gentle eyes. He’s got the eyes of a pushover. He has a tattoo like a devil, he’s on a living hell of a train, and he has stronger, kinder eyes than anyone.
Abruptly, those eyes struck Claire as unbearably beautiful. If Claire’s own eyes were like mirrors that trapped all light inside themselves, this guy’s eyes seemed to hold a quiet ocean.
