In the gentle afternoon, the sunlight shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows and fills the entire room on the second floor. Everything is so beautiful, as if all the sufferings in the past were just for the tenderness of this moment. The sea-blue quilt is wrapped in a mess of things. It is time, and it is time. It will never slip away again. Time and "time" remain in those generous arms forever. They cannot leave, and they do not want to leave. In this way, two people, one room, will spend a lifetime.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
