"A luminous light grew fond to the eyes of the passerby's who were allowed a glimpse. It wasn't a surprise, for its gleam meant to mesmerize, the customers... just kept on venturing inside"
A soft chuckle could be heard from a corner of the room. "Alright, Lüshi, we get it; you're an excellent poet."
Lüshi turned a narrowed eye in the direction of the voice. His eyebrows furrowed as he started to speak, "Joke not, for words of a poet can penetrate a soul." There was a slight moment of silence before the whole room broke out into nervous laughter.
Several "well said" and "that's so deep" were forced out from the crowd until silence yet again overtook it.
This time, though, it was for a understanding reason.
Behind the black curtains at the back of the room stood a slender and overwhelmingly sharp-eyed figure. A hand was clenching the curtains and pushing it to the side, revealing a unsaturated face which held the heavy burden of carrying the most dead eyes you have ever seen. Hyperpigmentation and eyebags already personified this zombie-like feature of the woman, yet a black line was carefully covering her lower eyelid and lacrimal papilla.
Although it did not extenuate the gravity of her dead appearance, it certainly bought a charm which said, "Got anything to say? No? Then get lost" in the best possible way.
Lüshi's voice almost quivered when he started speaking.
"So-" he started, reaching for the railing beside him.
He missed.
Now crouching over with his eyes wide open, Lüshi gave a sigh, his heart throbbing loud enough to be heard outside the building.
For the first time today, Wèizhī's lips upturned.
"That woke you up, eh?" she said loudly. "Lunatic"
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