Please Listen to What I Say for You

Jiang Yiqing was riding a bicycle with headphones on. The wind continued to blow through the hair and go across the hall. The sunlight filtering through the leaves fell on Jiang Yiqing's right ear. The sun at this time was very gentle, like a yawning cat. It was not as fierce as it was at noon. The shade of the trees fell intermittently. A large part of the reason why Jiang Yiqing could stay alone in this city was due to moments like this. She suddenly opened her arms and smiled.