Bamboo shadows whirled, and cold mist spread across the bluestone steps, crushing the shadows of the two people into pieces.
They are nominally related by flesh and blood, but they are not even remotely related by blood. They are trapped under the same roof and in the same deep bamboo sea.
The young man's fingertips were clenched until they turned white, and he did not dare to touch the hanging sleeves of the person in front of him. Secular ethics and other people's gazes are obstacles that stand between us.
Love is hidden in the restraint of being together day and night, and pain is in the torment of knowing that we are in love but can only treat each other as brothers.
The wind rustled through the bamboo forest, like an unspoken confession or a silent sob.
This bamboo forest, which hides tenderness and secrets, can only bear witness to them in the end, unable to fall in love and unable to retreat.
Conception:.