The reason why I classify it as a fairy tale is because there is no such love in reality, at least I have not experienced it. I wrote it entirely to satisfy my own small expectations.
I was afraid that I would be too lonely, so I often took Li Chenbin with me to that abandoned small building. I stood on the empty balcony and looked into the distance, looking at the misty Arashi Mountain and the colorful flower fields at the foot of the mountain.
The air is always cold, blowing into the nose and feeling cool. July is not so boiling here, like my heart is habitually calm.
From time to time, the wind blows towards his face with a colorful fragrance. He, who has always been noisy, will calm down at this time. He smiles, half-opens his eyes, and lets the wind ruffle his soft hair.
Only at this time did I feel that the Chenbin I once had is back, right next to me, smiling happily because of those happy little things, but he is no longer mine. In his heart, my shadow has been covered by layers of smoke.
I often think that if Chen Bin had never forgotten me, what would be the situation between him, An Ning, and me?
The wind continues to blow. Far away, the sunflowers are still waiting for the love that has left.