Wulitou, the work of a novice YY. I suddenly wanted to write the script I constructed in my mind, purely for myself...
If you think it has stained your clear eyes, please borrow it.
Another time and space, another identity, another face, who am I?
Is it the sister you love most and want to love the most? Or is she a daughter in name who is not related to you by blood?
Or are you, the only woman I owe you in your life?
Who am I?