The fragrance of locust trees pervades the old days, and she is a shadow hiding in the corner, accustomed to wrapping her inferiority complex with coldness; he is a young man in the light, as gentle as a spring but with the alienation of a flower on a high mountain. When they reunited in high school, he caught a glimpse of her in the crowd, and it was as if he saw the stubborn locust tree in his memory - the homework book she handed over when she was a child, and the curvature of her hair when she turned around, all became undercurrents of foreshadowing. She escaped his attention, but he took advantage of the topic and chance encounter to get closer. Secret love was hidden in the midsummer like cicadas. She couldn't believe that the light would fall on her, but he held the fragments of time and slowly pieced together the past connections, so that in the long-term tenderness, she gradually dared to look directly at the starlight that concealed the secrets of childhood. Love and memories slowly fermented in time.
Purpose: Healing and Redemption