There was bright sunshine, so Irish stopped her footsteps, quietly looking at the warm and clear picture, which she could not bear to break. The light was like from heaven and reminded her of the picture in the dream. Joseph was so real in front of her, his back to her as she was making breakfast. His strong and generous back, as if standing in heaven and earth, brought her infinite safety.
Early in the morning, Joseph was less strict and meticulous on his weekdays, which was due to his dress, which he used to wear very seriously. But this morning, his upper body wore a half-sleeved round collar beige casual shirt, and his lower body wore light gray trousers. His hair was reflected to be glossing dark in the sun, and the slight slanting of his face was in the light. He seemed to boil something, and the heated gas around him made him look like he was from paradise.
