One person, one city, one sentence.
A shadow, a song, a story.
The pure white boy, his fingertips were slightly cold and his gaze was captivating. He held the book quietly and sank into a corner that only belonged to him.
A young girl with a sweet smile and a peach blossom face. The eyes are like a clear spring, rippling under the sunlight. She walked briskly to the boy and accompanied him into the world of literature.
The sun mischievously stepped into the corner, and the yellow halo refracted intertwined their figures. Hidden in the summer dust, eyes blurred, until they reach the end of the world.