This is the 334th time I have passed this flower shop.
I have lost count of how many days this has been since I had a crush on the store manager.
The store manager is like a mountain shrouded in mist. He remembers all my habits. Before I ask a question, he always says, "I can't tell you now."
On the coldest day, I got a bitter kiss.
He gently covered my eyes and said, "I'm sorry."
I didn't know what he was apologizing for, until my blood stained the snow in his painting.
Before my consciousness faded, I finally understood the motto of the story.
Mei Xuanji x Qi Yuan
It was first published in a collection of short stories, and later published as individual pieces.
Open ending, be aesthetics
Intention: Even if separation is the beginning of reunion, I still choose to fall in love with you.
