Bedsheets, quilt covers, curtains, large areas of color shine in the sun, and the fabrics are blown by the wind and dance. The sun penetrated through the gaps and hit them, sometimes brightly and sometimes darkly. Changmin didn't open his eyes. He had already memorized the curves of Youtian's face. He seemed to see Youtian's curled eyelashes trembling due to his overly affectionate singing under the sun.
Over and over again, Youtian hummed that song repeatedly, sometimes pausing, kissing, and continuing.
But it was just a passing encounter with a wild cat, on a summer day like that.
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