559 Waiting for Sunlight

The morning sun at about eight or nine o'clock rose, but its rays couldn't reach the Bronx. The tall buildings surrounding it had blocked all the light around, and it wouldn't be surprising if people who stayed there felt depressed easily.

Right in the middle of the Bronx was a rundown, grayish-white, six-storey building. Tan Guiren had just woken up within it. She hugged her shoulders and shrank into a corner, an arm blocking her forehead instinctively. The blinding rays penetrated from in between the wooden flooring and shined directly onto her face, awakening her. She leaned against the wall and sat there for a little while and waited for the sun's rays to move before putting her arm down.