On the boulevard of Yulin Square, Ye Shilin walked quietly with a painting bag. The breeze blew the corners of her skirt, like microwaves rippling, and the notes fell lightly. Inadvertently, she raised her eyes and looked...
The world seemed to be still, and she stopped.
There was a boy standing in front of Ye Shilin. He stood deeply. The boy's legs were slender and his eyes were like stars. The corners of his lips were gently raised, as if they were the first ray of sunshine after the storm.
The wind rustled through the leaves, the drizzle had stopped long ago, and the sky was a silvery gray. But his smile was like sunshine.
She was stunned, only staring briefly...