“Brother, how many colors are there in sunlight?” Zhan Yan asked Guan Huai, tilting her head.
Guan Huai looked back at Zhan Yan but did not answer.
“Seven: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet.” She answered her own question, then asked, “Then how many colors are there in a sunflower?”
Her gaze drifted to where the boy had just left. “Eight: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet, plus white, which is made by mixing those seven colors together. Eight colors in all.” She pointed ahead, where a gentle, fair-skinned boy stood. “God gave light to the world, and fearing we might not understand its beauty, scattered that beauty among clusters of sunflowers... Brother, he is my sunflower.”
Her eyes shone brighter than the light itself. At that moment, the delicate doll whom Heaven had sculpted with such care seemed to gain a soul, and Zhan Yan came vividly to life before their eyes.
But one day, Zhan Yan suddenly decided she no longer wanted her sunflower...
(The ending is HE, but the journey can be a little frustrating. This is not a feel-good power fantasy, so read with caution! This is a rebuilt draft of an abandoned manuscript. It was previously posted on another site under the title Sunflowers and the Tabby Cat... I personally really like this story's premise, and I hope you will too...)
