Summer Night Breeze and the Third Floor of the Library

Su Wan: Tenderness is hidden in the camera, and stars are in the days She always says that her photography skills are not good enough, but the moment she presses the shutter, she can always capture the wind beside the stone bridge in the ancient town and the light under the camphor trees, so that every photo is wrapped in the warmth of life - the sweet smell of steam in the soy milk shop, the light and shadow that she patiently adjusts when retouching, and the courage to quietly hold on to the photo but still be willing to try when faced with hesitation. She was used to hiding her worries in the action of lowering her head to stir the milk tea, but when Lu Shiyan handed over the ginkgo bookmark, she smiled softer than the sunset; she would struggle with the flaws in the submitted works, but she remembered to keep the back of the old man passing by and the hem of Aunt Huanyi's clothes in the photo. Su Wan's world was small, filled with the warm light on the third floor of the library, the smell of the summer night breeze, and the tenderness hidden in the details that were captured by the camera.