That year, she was walking on the bluestone road in front of her grandmother's house. At the end, there was misty blue smoke. I don't know why, but I suddenly remembered his gaze. In my impression, it was always as faint as that wisp of blue smoke.
Later, she held the mug and sat in the darkness, looking at the neon lights on the street. The vast ocean passed through the darkness, as if she had walked through thousands of rivers and mountains, and finally found the other shore.
However, the smoke eventually disappeared into the sea of people, never to be found again.