On the sedan chair, my mother's words of advice are still in my ears: "Ayao, you have to remember, no matter what sound you hear, don't open your eyes. I will always be with you."
What I didn't know when I was six years old at the time was that this was not only the beginning of a contract, but also a thousand-year wait. I closed my eyes and seemed to hear the sound of sad music, low and sad.
The sedan was swaying forward, and I seemed to be in a dream, everything was so unreal.
Whether it is a conspiracy or fate, I can accept it, but I cannot accept separation.
Even if that memory of you is gone, I will still be happy with you again.
