"It seems... it's disappeared," Ayu said with some disappointment.
"Don't rush." Zhong Hua carefully examined the clock face. "Under what circumstances did this happen yesterday? What were you doing at the time?"
Ayu recalled: "I was looking at the vending machine when I bent down and my eyes inadvertently fell on the clock face... Oh right, the angle of the light seemed a bit special at the time. The light of the setting sun shone through the glass skylight of the subway station and shone right on the clock face."
It's morning now, and the angle of the light is indeed different.
“Let’s wait and see. When the light is right in the evening, we’ll check if there’s any change,” Zhong Hua suggested.
So they sat down in the subway station's rest area, pretending to wait for the train, but their eyes kept glancing at the wall clock. Time passed by, the crowd surged, and the subway trains entered and exited the station, emitting a regular rumble.
Ayu's feelings were complicated; she both looked forward to seeing that magical sight again and was afraid to face the unknown. She thought of her mother's embroidery, the sandstorms of Dunhuang, and the butter tea of Yubeng Village. Those memories were so warm and clear. Could they really "come back" in some way?
Zhong Hua seemed to sense her unease and reached out to take her hand. "Don't worry, whatever happens, we'll face it together."
His hand was steady, giving Ayu strength.
Finally, evening arrived. The setting sun shone obliquely through the tall glass skylight of the subway station, the angle of the light gradually approaching the angle at which Ayu had seen the mirror image yesterday.
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