The gray sky seemed like it would never clear up again. I raised my left hand and gently covered my left eye. Yao Yun ran in my direction, waving to me as hard as every time before, her long black hair fluttering in the wind like a black flag, her sky blue skirt swelled by the wind like a big lantern, her grinning mouth was like the arc of the sun, and against the gray background, she was a clean white angel.
I stretched out my hand, waiting for her to gently put her hand on my stretched hand like every time before, then make a beautiful turn and float beside me like a butterfly. She would smile and say to me: Xiaojing, your hands are always so warm.
She continued to run, and suddenly a gust of wind came. She changed direction lightly. My throat seemed to be stuffed with food. I wanted to call her, but no sound came out. My outstretched hand was still hanging in the air, but she was like a beautiful butterfly, floating farther and farther away, and then disappeared.