To fall, Si Wenbing remembered to protect her head first, and put her other hand on the outside of the sofa to avoid knocking on the tea table.

Haizi met a man lying under the sofa, staring at the person above, two eyes opposite, breathing entanglement.

"I'm going up." She spoke first.

Sze Wenbing stepped aside and moved the wrist that had just hit the table. "It's all right."

"Nothing. I'm going up to rest first." Haizi met to dress.

"Ziyue".

Three years later, she heard the voice again from the thin man's mouth. She did not move, her arm resting on the staircase railing.

Siwenbing stood behind her and...