"The breeze... Is like a breeze..." His slender fingers crossed the pale and weak face... His warm thin lips murmured in his ear... "The fragrance of the bamboo leaves is intoxicating, and the blue hair wraps around the fingers with sadness... The sound of the bamboo forest... The sin of missing each other every night... Qingsi?! Let's call you Qingsi..." This was the name he gave her. It was a give, not a take, not a gift. It was like his own things, taken as his own for no reason.
The encounter in the bamboo forest changed her imprisoned life... Is it a sin? Is it the continuation of the nightmare or the beginning of hell...