Ancient thunder
"Ajie, I just want my family to live well. After the war subsides, it will be wonderful to spend the rest of my life surrounded by the smell of wine and the beauty of the courtyard, sitting quietly on the front porch and watching the falling flowers and flowing water..."
At that time, the eyes of the sister, who was wearing coarse cloth clothes, were filled with pure longing.
When I was a teenager, I also imagined this way about my future.
Deep in the shadow of the clouds, a solitary lamp is lit.
After the hustle and bustle, will the old friends still remain?
The story of Aizen and his sister.
Conception: