There was a faint fragrance floating outside the window, and bits and pieces of sunlight playfully jumped into the window sill, scattered everywhere, and climbed up to the corners of her eyebrows and eyes. The warm sunlight spread on her face, and her long and curly eyelashes trembled slightly. Her hands were folded and used as pillows. His hands were numb. He moved slightly, and the pages under his hands moved continuously. The sound of turning pages alerted the little turtle lying lazily basking in the sun in the small fish tank at the corner of the table. He moved his limbs, turned his head, and went back to basking in the sun.
Like the wind blowing, the bookmark sandwiched in the pages moved slightly and fell to the corner of the chair.
Yan Jin leaned over and picked it up. The bookmark had already turned yellow, mixed with the vague fragrance of mint.
The handwriting is crisp, lean and strong.
Many years ago, I accidentally bumped into you hiding in a corner crying secretly, and I also saw you smiling and acting coquettishly...
I thought we were just strangers who met each other once. However, many years later, you smiled with your head tilted up, and the pear dimple at the corner of your mouth unexpectedly hit my sight without warning, just like the occasional bird passing by on the originally calm lake, causing ripples.
The light in his eyes was like a bright star, clear and bright.
—Mu