In July, Song stood in front of him. She had not looked in the mirror for a long time. She had never seen herself, whether she was thin or the same as before.

But what about him?

Sitting quietly in front of him like a spotless figure, the clouds are light and the wind is light, as it was at first sight, it seems that nothing can make him break that calmness. How neat and shiny he was compared to the mess she was in at the moment, which made a strong contrast and kept her still.

Faced with him, in silence, she finally slowly opened her mouth and spit...