I really want to listen to cicadas with you

How many light years per second should I catch up with you Xin Yuan, you are so far away Cen Wan whispered this is midsummer and June. In the afternoon, the warm sunlight shone into the room through the leaves, leaving mottled shadows. There was still a cool wind blowing. The leaves swayed with the wind, and the leaves were shining and dotted the sun shone through her hair. In a trance, she saw Xin Yuan coming from the other side of the road. She had not recovered. Xinyuan inadvertently glanced in her direction and looked at each other. Cenwan quickly pretended to be a coincidence and turned her attention to the table. Her face was slightly hot, and her brain was full of Xinyuan's shadow silence is like tranquility, and all things seem to be left with lonely cicadas however a glance is enough.