Yun Yuwan washed her face clean and came out of the bathroom, walked into the room, and looked towards the terrace.
His back was turned to her, sitting in the rattan garden chair on the room's terrace, extinguishing a cigarette, his long fingers pinching it out in the ashtray.
Outside the terrace, the broad-leaved trees split the light from the street lamps behind into many thin lines, passing through the neat gaps of the branches and leaves, dispersing into conical shapes made of numerous straight lines, like the fiery brilliance of diamond light, which, under the camera, would sparkle and scatter light rays at multiple angles.
The light fell softly onto Wen Yangzhi's body, making the light on him appear somewhat gentle, his pajamas soft, the night breeze blowing his hair so light it seemed it could fly, giving the impression of being very close.
