Wearing red clothes and blue silk stockings, plain sleeves and jade flutes, that was the first time Cu An met her...
"Why do you want to be with me?"
"... There are fallen leaves on your hair, let me remove them for you."
In the winter of that year, blood-red snowflakes floated in the sky.
"Will you forget me?"
"No."
"I want you to never find me!"
"No!"
Later, the old people in the village would always point to the red willow and say, "That's Chu'an."
