She didn't know when she fell in love with her.
That night, she held her and gently patted her to sleep.
It was still that afternoon when she was watching her painting in her studio. The sun just hit her body, and the eyes behind the lenses were focused and sultry.
Or earlier, when Uncle Wang brought her in, the hat blocked all her expressions, but she was still moved by it.
She really couldn't tell the difference. She only knew that she had fallen in love with him a long time ago.
Concept: We are all insomniacs in the middle of the night. We are half a world apart, looking at the same sky. Light and darkness don't seem so important. It's just that the little beast in our hearts occasionally whines like a pious apostle singing in a low voice.