He still remembered that when she was still young and asked him to pick garlands, he was unwilling to comply with her wishes and turned his head away, refusing to turn to look at her.
At this moment, her clear and charming voice seemed to ring in his ears: "Go pick some flowers and make a wreath for me to wear."
He turned his head away, still refusing to turn to look at her.
Withered trees and smoke, the war has not been extinguished.
He knew that even if he turned around, his eyes would be full of devastation.
Intention: Regret