She sighed and the boat passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.
Little did she know that he was just a bowl of porridge that would warm her for the rest of her life.
He was pure and warm, the only light shining into her abyss.
She was covered in scars, and she never dared to covet the boy's gentleness.
Several encounters, only for a restrained redemption that cannot be achieved through love.
I have seen the light, but I cannot own the light.
