Yu Xin remembered that spring as particularly long.
So long that, whenever she looked back on it, she felt as if the sunlight from that day had never faded. The museum’s glass dome broke the light into patches that fell across the granite floor. Yu Wei walked ahead of her, a small ink stain on the back of his school uniform that wouldn’t wash out. She caught up and tapped him. He turned around, and the sunlight fell just right on his left cheek.
