I didn’t like this name very much.
But I liked the smile on her face and her crescent-like eyes when she called my name. So in the following years, I accompanied her and her father, and we drifted away from this world.
Or to be more precise, this was only a part of the world. According to the little girl’s words, this was a star, and outside the star was the universe. The name of this universe was called Taihao.
As for why it was called Taihao, the little girl’s reply to me was... she thought that Taihao might be a painter, which was why she came here to look for materials to write a book.
This reply made me feel that there was something wrong with the logic, but it didn’t matter. As long as she was happy, it was fine. Thus, we walked through the mountains and the seas, watching the sunrise and sunset, watching the alternation of the day and night.
She told me about her dream.
“Baby, I want to become an artist!”
