On Monday morning, taking advantage of the cool weather, Mu Qiu saw Zhao Yu off on a flight back to Yun City.
She had already begun handling her paperwork to go abroad and was handing over her job responsibilities, so Mu Qiu couldn't keep her for long.
Leaving the airport, Mu Qiu drove back to her small villa. On the way, she passed a field of wildflowers in various colors in the suburbs and stopped to stay for a while.
The sun hung at the edge of the plain, and as she looked up into the empty surroundings, she felt an infinite vitality stirring in this desolate space, ready to seize the opportunity to grow wildly once the time was right.
She took out her sticky notes and pen, daydreamed for a while, wrote for a while, and when she felt words couldn't fully capture it, she added some simple sketches alongside.
Sketches that were quite "crude."
While recording inspiration, she was often fully immersed; she couldn't hear other sounds nor could she get distracted by other things.
