Passersby stopped one after another, gazing at the towering Opera House ahead, their eyes falling on the poster beside its entrance, nearly as tall as the building itself.
A rain of flowers drifting down from the sky, a quiet and faraway street, two girls walking side by side.
Everything carried the beautiful feeling of time slowing to a crawl.
Stories between pretty girls could always bring an involuntary, knowing smile to people's faces.
"Is this... a new movie?" Someone doubted their own eyes.
"Judging from the current scene, it should be." Someone stroked their chin, imitating Sherlock Holmes's habit of analysis.
"It looks like another story between two girls. I love it! Operas have never had stories like this."
"5 Centimeters Per Second? What a strange name. What does it mean?"
"Who cares what it means? Buy the tickets first!"
"Hey, wait for me..."
After a brief silence, people rushed toward the ticket office at almost the fastest speed of their lives, as though the tickets would be gone the next second.
"Anno, let's go watch a movie tonight."
Yao Ziyan handed a cup of tea to the elven girl and made her suggestion.
"Tonight? But I still have to host Voice of Stories." Anno looked conflicted.
On one side was a movie she had been looking forward to beyond measure; on the other was her actual job.
When the two came into conflict, she did not know how to choose for a moment.
"Then just take a day off." Yao Ziyan said it as though it were only natural.
Anno blinked. For some reason, she felt that Yao Ziyan seemed particularly practiced at this. Could it be because she did it often?
"This... wouldn't be very good, would it?" Anno hesitated.
Not refusing outright meant her heart was already