People die all the time, it's a perfectly normal thing.
When talking about his childhood, Jiang Wu always thinks of the sycamore tree at the entrance of the alley and the smell of sun-baked fruits at his grandma's house in the countryside. What was it like growing up? The little Jiang Wu counted on his fingers day by day, but before he knew it, he reached the age that his grandma said would "wait until you grow up."
Many people and many things are like the smoke rising during lunch, drifting away in the wind.
But in the dead of night, that clear voice would always ring in her mind.
"When the snow falls, there is the sound of dancing elves."
Motto: Unity is strength!