The winter sun was warm but a little pale. Qian An sat on the edge of the bed and packed her things. There was a bunch of keys with little balls hanging on them.
It rolled down inadvertently. The sun was fading. The woman knelt down and cried like a child. Cherry was quiet.
He snuggled up to Qian'an's ankle and barked softly from time to time.
Qian'an often thinks that if time could be turned back, she would rather not meet this person, then the laughter would be less, yes
Not less tears but less.