Wearing a white dress, she stood by the window on the second floor, looking down at us quietly with lowered eyes. In my opinion, her posture was like that of a god overlooking all living beings.
I didn't know where the anxiety came from, so I clenched my fists unconsciously, raised my head and smiled at her: "Come down and play."
When I said the last word, I felt myself shaking obviously. Why?
She stayed in that position and didn't answer this simple question quickly.
"I remember I just sent you a message and said I wasn't going."
She finally spoke, and each word came to my ears lightly.
Only then did I feel that my body had warmed up, and my smile was no longer so stiff: "Let's go play, you see so many of us are coming to see you."
She must have just washed her hair. Her long, wet hair stuck tightly to her arms that were exposed because she was wearing a suspender skirt. Her long and curled eyelashes seemed to have water droplets hanging on them. I saw her chuckle again, her curved eyebrows and red lips were very pretty.
I was stunned for a moment, suddenly feeling unreal. I wanted to pinch myself to see if I was dreaming, but I couldn't raise my hand when I looked at those eyes. I must be in a dream. How could there be gods in the real world?
"Do I still have to thank you?"
She seemed to know.
Intention: No matter what kind of feelings, only when there is a certain degree of advance and retreat can people feel comfortable.