When she was fourteen years old, she ran behind a person's back for a long time. That spring was short, the cherry blossoms had not yet finished falling, and she had not yet learned how to make someone stop.
Later, the blood fell into the soil and the moon rose.
The eaves of Yuyin Village are always wet. When she stood under the corridor and recognized him again, he had already changed his name, changed into a black robe, and acquired an identity that no longer required him to look back. She asked him if we were friends, and he said "I can't say we are friends."
He said, "When will you call me Weasel again?"
His tone sounded like he was waiting for someone who had been waiting for many years.
His hands were shaking when the pool of blood fell on his palms. He thought she would leave, like all people who should leave.
Later the cherry blossoms bloomed again.
When she woke up, the yard was filled with flowers and wind. In front of her, he never said "I'm sorry" again. He said "I have been waiting for you for a long time". She held his hand, as if for the first time she was not in a dream.
He pushed her away many times. She came back many times. It took him a long time to believe that she wouldn't suddenly disappear one morning. And she spent her whole life proving something she had never doubted.
Intention: This is a love letter, one that has been written for a long time.