Fusang has ambitions of her own. She wants to forge her own path, but what she doesn’t know is that behind her, a gaze will follow her forever, like the sun in the sky or the setting sun after the rain.
Though snow falls on both of us, we share the same longing. That is almost like growing old together.
(I’ve changed my mind. After I finish this, I’m going to write a story about "The Hobbit". I want to tell the story between Thranduil and Fusang, but I’ll have to wait until I finish this and start the second volume.)
