Yueyue leaned against the large floor-to-ceiling window with white MP3 headphones in her ears. She sat quietly like this, with a slender strand of hair scattered on her chest, not as swaying as the big willow tree outside the window. The mobile phone next to me kept the indicator light on. "Ling doesn't seem to use a mobile phone." Qianran smiled, "That's great!"
Remembering "You are as beautiful as an angel!" As her brother said, Yueyue's head tilted slightly. Every time she put on pure white clothes, her brother would say, "I miss you so much..." A large teardrop rolled down her eyelids and unsurprisingly fell down.