Journey to Another World of Lemon Music

The color of the sky was a little strange that day. It's not blue, nor gray, but a kind of diluted orange - like a glass of lemonade that has been standing for a long time. The bubbles have dispersed, but there is still a bit of dazzling brightness left. It was under such a sky that Ning Le was "swallowed up". She was just an ordinary college student who had just stayed up late to finish writing her thesis and went to the convenience store to buy breakfast with dark circles under her eyes. He also held a bottle of ice-cold lemonade in his hand. She even remembered the taste of the last bite - just sour and sweet. Then, there was nothing underfoot. It wasn't slipping, it wasn't missing the steps, it was just that the ground disappeared. Her whole figure seemed to have fallen into a bottomless well, and the world around her quickly twisted and stretched, like a canvas that had been roughly crumpled and then unfolded. Before she could scream, she lost consciousness. And the bottle of lemonade exploded in the air and turned into countless tiny light spots, falling with her. No one knows what those light spots became.