Yun Yuwan washed her face clean and emerged from the bathroom, walking into the room and gazing toward the terrace.
His back to her, he sat on the garden wicker chair on the room's terrace, snuffing out a cigarette with long fingers pinching it out in the ashtray.
The broad-leaved trees on the terrace dissected the light from the street lamps behind into many thin lines, shooting through the neat gaps between leaves and branches, forming conical shapes of straight lines that scattered like the fiery brilliance of diamonds. Under the lens, it dazzled, dispersing light from multiple angles.
This light drifted faintly onto Wen Yangzhi, casting a softer glow on him. His pajamas were soft, and when the night breeze came, his hair floated lightly, giving the impression that he was very close.
Night was serene, the terrace light not too bright, and she, riding on the hazy evening breeze, sat down beside him, "What did you want to talk to me about?"
