Green grass has the persistence of grass, and bergamot has the bitterness of bergamot.
They shouldn't have met, but they were entangled in the storm of fate.
He thought he was mud and dreamed of the moon in the sky.
Little did they know, he was the light that illuminated the abyss.
This is a story about "smell" and "scars".
It is the humble green grass that reassembles the complete story of the broken bergamot in the ruins.
[Shaoxing Xiang | Reunion | Healing System]
Concept: Everyone is imperfect, and true strength is to accept one's scars and love bravely.