At the end of August, the supermarket in Plane Time stocked fresh longan. The longan was large and full, and when approached, there was a distinct sweet fragrance. However, the price of longan at this time was three to four times the usual, which felt a bit unworthy. Tian Sangsang left the plane and walked into the orchard. These were the longans from her own space, even bigger than those in the supermarket. She picked one, peeled it to reveal flesh as translucent as Lychee.
She picked a basket of longans, all clustered together, and stored them in the storage room.
"The moment we return, even though time is silent it can bring fear. The withered vines grow new branches, silently brushing past us. In dreams beneath the moonlight by the tower, you stand with the same tranquil expression. Brush off the snow on our clothes, standing side by side, watching the vast world." Humming a little tune, Tian Sangsang slowly stepped out of the storage room's door.
Suddenly, her body froze.
