He approached me because my eyes were like those of his dead lover.
I forgive him because he helped the children survive under the rubble of the earthquake.
No matter what, the wind in Daocheng will remember.
I remember the colors dyed by thirty-six kinds of plants, the unfinished wish written on red silk on the earth-tile floor, the man in the nursing home who could no longer stand up, and the me who could no longer remember the past.
"If the wind could talk..."
"It will say, I have always loved you, not your eyes."
The most painful redemption literature of the year｜Substitute + natural disaster + amnesia + disability｜Great staying power
Concept: Love is not about looking for similar shadows, but seeing each other's complete souls in the incomplete destiny.