"Yiren!"
Li Yiming carried Cantonese dim sum and his changed clothes, trotting along the cramped paths of the shantytown, not even minding the mud on his shoes, and joyously rushed toward the tin house, calling out his sister Li Yiren's name from a distance.
The tin house was dim inside, with only a bit of light near the window. The girl who was drawing under the window heard Li Yiming's voice, quickly covered her sketchbook with a test paper, and guiltily craned her neck to look out the window.
The gentle winter sun shone through the glass, casting light on the girl's fair side face and slender neck, while tiny dust motes floated in the air, rendering the scene within the dimly lit room as serene and beautiful as an oil painting.
Creak~
The metal door was suddenly pushed open with a grating sound, kicking up a cloud of dust and breaking the serene beauty inside.
