Half the length of a finger...
Qing Yuan held out her palm and looked at it.
She knew the timing method Yao Ziyan had mentioned. One second was roughly a little longer than the time it took to blink.
"The speed at which cherry blossoms fall is five centimeters per second..." Qing Yuan repeated Yao Ziyan's words, her expression puzzled. "So what exactly is that supposed to convey?"
When would the petals reach the ground?
That was the first thing that came to her mind, anyway.
"The speed at which cherry blossoms fall is five centimeters per second, so how long will it take for two hearts to draw close?" Yao Ziyan said softly.
"So there was another line after that." Qing Yuan suddenly understood. "That does sound much more romantic. So the movie Shinkai Seiko wanted to make was a romance?"
"A romance..." Yao Ziyan thought of the script Shinkai Seiko had written, and her mood became a little complicated. "Uh, you could put it that way."
"Yes means yes, no means no. What do you mean by that?" Qing Yuan raised an eyebrow.
"No spoilers. You'll find out when the time comes." Yao Ziyan shook her head.
Qing Yuan felt as though she had heard those words somewhere before, and they carried an inexplicable familiarity. "Ziyan, I've noticed that you seem to have been seriously influenced by the boss. Even your perfunctory lines are exactly the same."
Yao Ziyan froze for a moment. "Ah, is that so? I never really noticed..."
As for Luo Chuan, he was sitting on a sofa not far away, looking through the Magic Phone.
Because he had slept in, there naturally had been no update that morning, causing the many customers accustomed to reading the latest chapter every day to erupt in an