Time really doesn't make sense sometimes.
Once you were just a child—
And now?!
"Where's your face?!" Ms. Ning was frustrated enough to want to hit him with a pointer.
Unfortunately, the conditions here and now didn't allow for it.
"Right here!" Mr. Shi cooperatively brought his strikingly handsome face close to her.
In the night, his ink-painting-like eyebrows and eyes flowed with infinite gentleness.
...
USTC, faculty dormitory.
"It's already eleven o'clock." Ning Youguang sat on the sofa, urging the person rocking back and forth on the recliner opposite her.
Shi Wangyue lay there with arms crossed like an old man, showing no intention of moving, and he nonsensically said, "Listen to the sound of the raindrops hitting the window."
"?" Ning Youguang had a face full of questions.
Shi Wangyue on the recliner turned his head, looking at her with a deep gaze, "Sister, do you know? Ever since dad died, I've hated rainy days."
