I love you, but I have no choice but to bear the oppression of my family. You said you were born in the dead of winter, so your mother named you Han. You like the sunshine in winter, and you say that I am like that light, giving you new life. After I leave, the only thing that can represent your presence is the ring on your hand. There will be red marks every time I take it off. It may be that it has been worn for a long time and it no longer fits well. I'm looking forward to the new one and looking forward to marrying you one day. I want to meet you, but I don't know how to face you. Everything back then had its own difficulties. On the 1963rd day I left you, you suddenly appeared in my life and you became my sun.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
