Lu Yicheng remembered that when there were few customers in the store, Mo Yao liked to sit by the window and stare out the window in a daze. Sometimes he put his hands on the table, sometimes he tilted his head and held his chin with one hand. The afternoon sunlight filtered through the large floor-to-ceiling windows.
It seemed that time was getting slower and slower, almost to a standstill, and the noise in her ears gradually faded away, leaving only her in the sun and him in the darkness in this world.
This image would always pop up in his mind inadvertently later on, when he was having a drink at the wine table, when he was worried about the design in front of the computer, when he was driving alone on the quiet street in the dead of night... The afternoon sun and the quiet Mo Yao were like a silent movie being played that suddenly got stuck due to a machine malfunction, and it remained frozen in this scene.