Four people, so close they're untouchable.

Although it wasn't our first meeting, my impression of them has only grown stronger recently.

They're simply perfect. That's my assessment of them.

A talented man and a beautiful woman, the woman is talented, and the man is handsome.

I love looking at her. My gaze lingers on her far more than on him.

Her pretty face, coupled with her neat yet alluring short hair, gives her an air of competence yet a hidden gentleness.

The tinkling of her earrings… her face looks good with all kinds of earrings, each one possessing its own unique charm… often, her outfit, earrings, necklace, bracelet, and watch are meticulously coordinated, exuding a woman's gentle intellect.

Her clothes and shoes have an elegant flair.

Looking at her is like facing a bright spring, or a mature, rounded autumn.

Like a gentle spring breeze, or like the soft patter of autumn rain.

It's very comfortable.

A beautiful and light voice was my initial impression of her.

Meeting her, listening to her talk about travel, photography, business and management… I became increasingly captivated by her.

She must be a very thick book, with a humble cover and a magnificent interior.

This is another type of woman I admire.

I often overlook the presence of two men because of her.

Such a beautiful person makes the man beside her seem profound.

I've experienced his cold calm and indifference over the phone.

When there are many people around, he doesn't talk much, but whenever she speaks, he always adds something appropriately. The two seem to have a perfect understanding, unhurried and seamless.

She and my boyfriend don't chat.

My boyfriend and I chat occasionally. However, these chats are nothing but politeness, as if there's a transparent, insurmountable line in between... Smiling is used frequently, and the expression is as reserved as the mind.

Once, when we parted at a bar, he held my hand, seemingly a little too firmly, yet not quite. I often wonder if I'm just imagining things? But I dare not verify these things.

Because everyone is very friendly to each other.

Sometimes I think, perhaps it's precisely because they are so beautiful that they give off an unapproachable feeling.

I like or admire a woman not because I want to go shopping with her, laugh with her, eat snacks with her, or tease interesting men with her, but because I always tend to watch her from afar, afraid to get close, and even when we meet, I worry I'll have nothing to say...

Four people, not because they're bad, but because they're too good. So good that I'm afraid to touch them.

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