To this day I still live in that small penthouse apartment where we have memories of each other. The water and electricity in the house have been significantly improved.
But the skylight is still on the ceiling, where I can see it when I look up.
I stumbled into the quilt, and it was already raining outside the window.
There was only the sound of rain in my ears.
Maybe one day I was walking down the street with my head down and accidentally fell into a soft chest. At that time, I hoped that when I raised my head, I could see a pair of blue and gentle eyes and a doting smile.