The Fall (8)

Su Zhinian squinted when he noticed the long cotton coat that Song Qingchun was wearing. He noticed how it billowed in the wind, and a thought came to his mind.

…

The shadow was facing away from the light, so Song Qingchun could not see his face. She tried her best to focus, but the sunlight was too blinding. All she could see were bursts of light halos in her vision. Among those blinding halos, Song Qingchun felt like she could see the familiar and handsome face that belonged to Su Zhinian.

Is this my mind playing tricks on me before I die?

Song Qingchun stared at the visage and unconsciously felt like reaching out to touch Su Zhinian's face. However, the moment her fingers twitched with motion, the focus of her eyes started to disperse. The hand that originally reached upwards instead moved toward the zipper of her clothes.