Droplets roll down from the umbrella standing in the hall, a testament to the rain which ceased mere moments before. The post-rain scent mingles with fragrant night jasmine in her nose for a moment. A glint of sunset pierces her vision and bleaches the world white. It's bright enough to blur the border between real and unreal.
From the umbrella standing in the hallway, droplets telling about the rain stopped a while ago dropped down. Petrichor together with the fragrance of night jasmine from the outside crossed her nose. The gleam of the setting sun went into sight and dyed everything white to the extent that the boundary between reality and unreality became hazy.