I originally wanted to write a prequel, but as I write it, it seems to have become an independent work...
After a long time, I would still dream about this scene: my father, mother and I were having a picnic together in the mountains, surrounded by clouds and snowflakes, large and pure white, and... His livid face stared at me with silver-gray eyes, but I was there I was in a daze, watching the extremely gorgeous fireworks, blooming all over the sky and then disappearing in an instant, and then more and more flowers burst out in unison. Maybe the scene was too spectacular and dazzling. Whenever I came here, I would wake up with surprise, and my cheeks would be wet.