C1017 Reducing Guilt

I could read the truth in her eyes, but this little bit of deceit in my heart accepted the condemnation of my conscience. I shifted my gaze to the side and said, "Your beauty cannot be described with words. It was like the 15th moon, the flowers of June. You had absorbed all the beauty, elegance, and grandeur of the human world. Each smile was like a scenery, each word was captivating