C175 Ambushed

Oct. 175.

After lunch, it was a warm afternoon.

The sun hung in the sky far away, sprinkling a hundred thousand meters of light and warmth.

The afternoon sunlight was always charming. It was not as delicate as when the sun rose, nor was it as boundless as when the sun set. It was just like an amiable mother who would always leave behind a warm color wherever she passed. It was warm