Time is the most ruthless, yet the most beautiful.
Traversing the tunnel of time, it illuminates the mottled walls of the past, faintly bringing me back to that summer.
The sky in Jiangzhou is always as blue as if splashed with dye, with clouds soft and fluffy like cotton candy, tempting people to take a bite.
The deep alleyway, the uneven cobblestone road, together outlining a quiet corner of the city.
A delicate, doll-like little girl held the hand of an equally delicate little boy, walking step by step through the long alley.
In the corner, a stray dog rummaged through a trash can, eagerly enjoying a "feast."
Seeing the little girl pass by, it clawed at the ground, eyes wary, fearing that she would snatch its food away.
The little boy suddenly didn't want to move, swallowing hard, his beautiful, clear eyes fixed on the stray dog—a half-gnawed chicken carcass mixed with trash under its paw, flies buzzing around, the stench overwhelming.
