Love by Pingshan Lake

Sunlight seems to be everywhere in the terminal. The empty and distant airport shines through the glass on the apple-green chair. Nan Zixuan picked a chair that was blocked from the sun by pillars and sat down. A lavender satin scarf was wrapped around her neck. It's midsummer, but the airport is as cold as an ice cellar. Nan Zixuan sat on the chair, as quiet as a drop of water. She closed her eyes to rest, and the sun's rays brushed her eyelids, and the translucent light was blood red. Nan Zixuan thought of the game she played when she was a child, where she closed her eyes and turned her immature face to the sun, her eyes filled with blood. She originally wanted to smile, but instead she grinned...