I have been an elder for twenty years, holding the red string and arranging marriage, thinking that love is just a medicine that can be weighed blindly.
Until she pointed to the ancient locust tree wrapped with red thread behind me and asked softly:
"Sir, among these thousands of red threads, which one is tied to your own hand?"
I can't answer.
Later, the ancient locust tree withered and the red thread turned to gray. Heaven asked me to cut off the last love thread with my own hands to rectify the law.
Only then did I understand——
What they want to destroy is not "emotion" but the human heart.
And I want to prove the truth to heaven for her, for this human love.
Intention: human love