Take flowers as faith and wait for the wind to return
In Ruan Lingmian's small courtyard, a whole field of bluebells blooms every year.
The flower language is a blessing from afar, but also a jealousy that I dare not express. She quietly planted her years of secret love into every light blue flower bell, watching her childhood sweetheart Xie Linfeng rush towards another girl as passionately as the wind.
There are stars in his eyes, a distant place, and a sweetheart, but she is not standing behind him, guarding the wind chimes in the courtyard.
From school uniform to graduation, from midsummer to midwinter, she gave him all her tenderness and hid all her jealousy in the flowers. She wished him everything he wanted and peace, but she never said she loved him.
Later, the wind rushed to the mountains and seas, to his sweetheart, but the wind chimes in the courtyard kept ringing year after year.
The unspoken love, the blessings hidden in the flowers, and the jealousy that had been endured for a lifetime, eventually became an unknown regret in the old days.
Intention: The wind shakes the bell, and the flowers convey the thoughts