Woman sitting on steps looking at mobile phone.
Slippers, shorts. Loose hair and unpainted nails.
The electric car drove past with its horn honking. She did not raise her head, but waved her hand symbolically, numbly driving away the plant lice in front of the screen.
The street lamp imprinted the shape of her back on the ground, curved like an arch bridge in disrepair.
He walked to her with gentle steps and patted her back gently.
"Sorry, I'm late."
"It doesn't matter, I didn't wait long."
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This is the story of a woman who played a good hand of cards until she failed, and a man who was always late and finally got it.
Concept: It will always be bright, even if there is no sun.
