The girl in the same room dropped something into my eyes when she raised her hand. The warm white color is like amber accidentally formed by milk a thousand years ago. I joked, "Did grandma give it to you?" "Yeah." A simple word conveys deep happiness and a sense of pride in being recognized. I started to laugh too, and this laughter blends with the sunlight outside the sixth floor window. The sunlight outside the window is so good that I feel like I would be wasting it if I didn't do something in such weather. And unintentionally, these rays of sunshine are dissipating inch by inch, and there's nothing I can do about it. Sharing others' happiness in such weather makes me feel good.