A pair of bloodless hands touched the dilapidated wooden door of the flower shop, and moisture filled the nose.
The surrounding weeds showed the "business situation" of this flower shop, and they were as lifeless as Yu Xia's hair.
Yu Xia never thought that one day she would stand here again. Her brain was screaming to keep her body away, but the blood in her body seemed to be gushing out and rushing in.
The gap in the heart is souring in the rot... Joy, fear, sadness, and escape are kneaded into a mass that is crazily squeezing the remaining space.
"Damn monster..."
No one paid attention to the flower shop, and no one paid attention to Yu Xia.
She wants to start her journey again, she wants the dead wood to grow again, she wants to hold her...
After waking up every day, write her name into the skin before the memory rots.
Her spring was always so cruel, depriving Yu Xia of the key to continuing to love her.
The memory of the spring breeze has begun to rot, turn white, and peel off piece by piece.
She remembers spring's white hair and the white rose she pinned on Yu Xia's head.
But she couldn't remember Haru's face.
Not even a name was left...
Love is not a memory, she cannot forget it, and only love remains.
She only remembers one thing:
I want to welcome the spring breeze home and love her
... To be as happy as she wishes, no... To be happy with her
go home…
Go home...
"Is it really the spring breeze I caught? Why is there a weirdo applauding..."
…So happy
Purpose: A person who cannot accept himself will project his innermost desires into a "perfect savior". And those who truly love her only want her to be happy
Even if it means that she is not included in her happiness.
