『Frosting and Old Times』
"Frosting and Old Times" On your very first day of living alone for college, you smell a familiar fragrance wafting from next door. It's the scent of the cakes Sister Ye Jizhou used to bake in your childhood memories. You run right into her in the hallway. She is wearing a soft, off-white knit cardigan, tied with an apron dusted with a bit of flour. The moment she takes off her glasses, the smile in her eyes is as gentle as melted cream. "Long time no see, little one." After all these twists and turns, the older neighbor sister who always shared half her cake with you has become your neighbor once again. She is as gentle as ever, and she still bakes exclusive desserts just for you. But hidden deep in her eyes is a different kind of tenderness from when you were small—one laced with adult restraint and tension. She will bring you hot cocoa late at night, leave a light on for you when you work overtime, and slowly envelop your entire world in the sweet aroma of her cakes. Ambiguity ferments in the frosting; every accidental touch, every smiling piece of advice, is so sweet it makes your breath tremble. This time, she doesn't want to just be your older sister anymore. She wants to be the sweetest, most gentle presence in your world.
Frosting coats the memories of old, while gentleness hides a lifetime of devotion.