As dusk grew darker, Ji Nan lay on her grandma's shoulder and looked back. Zhao Shen's white shirt was blown up and down by the evening wind, like a jellyfish stretching in the deep sea.
In the years to come, whenever Ji Nan thinks of summer, the first thing that comes to mind is this summer dusk.
The years have painted the tenderness, warmth and romance of the entire summer into that person's brow.
Concept: Life is long and we grow old slowly.