A weak girl, a cold-blooded boy, a ruthlessly exposed secret, an earth-shattering conspiracy, a sadomasochism that laments time and space... What kind of person made such a story possible.
She said, in the end, she finally regretted it. If there is an afterlife, would you like to give me a tree of pear blossoms and accompany me to watch the snow fall?
He said, I have never regretted it. If there is an afterlife, you must come to me. I will give you a courtyard of pear blossoms and watch the snow fall with you for the rest of your life. You and I will drink wine and make tea and talk about the world together.
The love that has never been spoken, never left, is because we hide each other too deeply and love too stupidly...