Late Summer (GL)

In the summer of 1997, Ling Xiao rode a bicycle with a group of people whizzing past the window of Yan Xianan's house, the wheels turning rapidly, The black and white plaid coat flows elegantly in the wind. The breeze shook the leaves and blew over the books on Yan Xianan's table. She stood at the window and looked quietly at the hems of clothes that were gradually moving away and fluttering in the wind... The trajectory of fate has a beginning and an end that no one can predict. At the seaside in late summer, the words Ling Xiao yelled at the horizon, in Yan Xianan's mind, only the burgundy sunset was left as if in a movie where black and white merged.