She didn't know when she had fallen for her.
Was it that night, when she held her and gently patted her to sleep?
Or that afternoon, when she watched her paint in her studio, the sunlight falling just right on her, her gaze behind her glasses focused and alluring?
Or perhaps even earlier, when Uncle Wang brought her through the door? Her hat hid every trace of her expression, yet she was still moved by her.
She truly couldn't tell. She only knew that she had fallen for her a long, long time ago.
Theme: We are all people who lie awake in the dead of night. Half a world apart, we gaze at the same sky. Light and darkness don't seem so important. It's just that the little beast in our hearts sometimes cries out, like a devout apostle singing softly.
