In the photo, a tiny child smiled innocently and brilliantly.
This was the very photo of the girl he had seen before, just missed by the assistant in their haste.
He glanced at the photo, strode to the corner of the room, and casually tossed the photo away.
The photo hit the rim of the garbage can and perfectly balanced on the edges of the square bin.
Moses didn't notice, simply taking a glass from the shelf, pouring himself a drink, raising it to his lips, and gulping it down.
The liquor was spicy, sliding down his throat like a ball of fire scorching his empty stomach.
A wind blew from afar, like a hand with no warmth, flicking the man's hem and winding around his side, making the photo leaning against the trash can flutter continuously. Finally, it fell down, twirling in mid-air, and landed at the man's feet on the balcony.
Noticing the slight sound, Moses looked down and saw, under the moonlight, a delicate girl's innocent and pure smile.
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