Some people are kept in the palm of the hand, not for flying, but for looking at. It took her many years to learn not to expect a door to open for her, until someone squatted down and looked at her for a long time. The woman's eyes were amber. When she looked at her, she seemed to be looking at something that should have belonged to her long ago but had never had time to take it back.
The manor is so big that one cannot find the boundaries or exits. Corridors are connected to cloisters, and arches are within arches. It is as beautiful as a painted garden. There are five girls living in it. Each one has a background. Each one calls the woman "sister". When calling those two words, the ending sound is soft, like a hand stretched out, knowing that it will be caught halfway.
She is the sixth. I don't know what to call her, and I don't know why I was chosen. She only knew that the woman looked at her longer than others, and when she stopped on her...
Purpose: Real freedom is not about breaking free from all constraints, but still having the right to choose who to be after being seen and chosen. Wenren went from the orphanage to the manor, seemingly from one cage into another, but the way Anzhu looked at her made her feel complete for the first time. Those eyes, those touches, and the words "not in a hurry" are not chains, but the root that makes her stand firm. Love is not possession, but allows a person to finally dare to stop and then decide whether to fly away.