The night park was sparsely lit.
Occasionally, passing joggers would brave the summer breeze from not far away.
There she sat, in the corner of the stone steps.
Alone, holding her skirt, sitting there.
A few meters away from her stood a street lamp.
The light couldn't directly shine upon her.
But looking from afar, one could see outside the shadow of the light, as if there were a figure sitting with arms wrapped around herself.
Lily was crying, sobbing silently.
Curled up with her arms, her pale slender neck deeply buried in the crook of her elbows.
Only her slightly trembling shoulders gave away her emotions at the moment.
No one cared about the woman crying in the corner of the stone steps.
In this city, so many people cried every day.
Life brought pressure, and those crushed by it often had moments of pent-up overflow that needed release.
Passing joggers would occasionally glance curiously at her.
Then, they indifferently shifted their gaze away and continued on.