“Jiang Yunan, you always need help on rainy days.”
She noticed blue ink on his cuff, while the afternoon sun happened to shine through the third button of his shirt.
“Four years ago, you said you wanted to see the stars in the northwest.” Zhou Qianlan suddenly spoke.
Jiang Yunan counted her heartbeats as she waited for the fourth gust of wind. At last, she heard herself say, “It doesn't matter anymore.”
“Smart homes can record sweet nothings in all kinds of languages, but only here...”
Zhou Qianlan pressed his palm against her heart. “Can I translate the voice inside me.”
Theme: Women's Growth, Healing
