The story's little yellow flower♪
has been drifting since the year it was born♪
Listening to the soothing music, Zheng Yanyan leaned on Zhou Yuwen's shoulder.
Although the windows were already covered by blackout curtains, sunlight still slipped through the gaps, the newly risen sun's rays always particularly dazzling.
Yanyan leaned on Yuwen's shoulder, then stretched out her delicately manicured slender fingers, squinting to gauge the sunlight.
It felt as though she could pinch the sun with her fingers.
She quite enjoyed these moments, just right sunlight, just sitting quietly with Yuwen and listening to music.
Yanyan wanted to doodle on the window glass but Yuwen stopped her, saying the glass was dirty.
Yanyan uttered an "Oh."
She asked Yuwen why the sun felt more dazzling in autumn than in summer but didn't feel hot.
Yuwen said, it was because of the different distances.
Yanyan asked how the distances were different.
