In the bland afternoon, Cheng Zheng leaned quietly against the window sill filled with sunlight. The wind blew the curtains and gently caressed her cheek from time to time. The ink shadow reflected her soft and concave figure, and she looked into the distance in fascination. You think she is sad, no, after a person is hurt to the point of shock, she only feels more and more ridiculous. She just began to feel a faint regret in her heart. She regretted that the late spring and early summer, which were like thousands of sunflowers blooming at the same time, like thousands of lilies exuding fragrance, had finally become her dream. She softly said two words to herself, ridiculous. . . .