It was a cloudy day.
He was clearly standing there, real and three-dimensional, but there was always a feeling that it was not him standing there, or that he shouldn't be like that. Lin Youli was a little curious and couldn't help but look up. Unexpectedly, she met his gaze inadvertently at that moment, but for just a moment, he quickly looked away casually.
Lin Youli was a little startled.
Those eyes are too clear, so clear that they can reflect the silence around them, as if they can feel the silent passage of time in silence, and they can't help but feel slightly aggrieved, but they can't complain to anyone. The carelessness was just an inexplicable feeling of sadness, just like the kind of snow that occasionally falls in the north - lightly hitting the shoulders, not being noticed at first, but gradually falling down, accumulating more and more, and finally being patted by someone, it fell with a "swish".
Concept: Jiangcheng's past