Many years later, Tao Nanfeng would still think of the afternoon of his mother's funeral: a pale mist floated in the courtyard, and people who came to express their condolences walked in and walked out. Their expressionless faces, and the sobs coming from the red lips gathered in the cuffs, penetrated the air and rang in his ears.
He sat in the shade of a tree by the wall
"Pa"——
An orange hit my head
Intention: Unrequited love
