At midday, a ray of sunlight pierced straight into the living room like a gleaming golden thread, casting a golden mantle over the floor.
It illuminated not only the room, but also Ouyang Yanan’s heart.
The trees downstairs were bathed in sunlight; under the warmth of the day, their swaying branches shed dewdrops, spinning and dancing freely in the light. People's shadows, some still and some moving, soaked up the sunlit bath.
Chapter 20