Many years later, when Xu Yiyang closes his eyes, he will still think of that scene, that girl.
The sun crawled on the windowsill and sprinkled a little bit of starlight. The girl stood on tiptoes and covered his ears anxiously.
The house is as noisy and boring as ever.
He can hear it all.
He lowered himself quietly.
The girl's hands are small and warm, like a pair of earmuffs in winter. Bright eyes were set with stars, looking straight at him.
His feet were numb and he remained motionless.
Waiting, waiting for those sad voices to be erased by her.