Su He was a ray of light in my childhood. With lilies as pure as she was, she entered my already broken life. When she suddenly disappeared just as I was going to meet her, I felt as if she had been nothing more than a figment of my imagination, a sliver of fantasy in my shattered life. I was caught in a web of my own making, constantly searching for her, and I could no longer tell why I needed to find her or whether she had ever been real. In my daze, all I remember is how lilies bloom best in summer, like the bunch she gave me when I was a child. But if spring never comes, how can lilies bloom?
Theme: Female-oriented friendship
