On both sides, he hoped that the person who walked out of the boundary door would wear a smile that he was familiar with, watching the passing wind lift her sky-blue hair, and welcome them in the subtle light for a long time. However, what he waited for was a blood-stained white dress staggering into his arms. The sun stung Sakura's tears, and the lips that promised to be together trembled and said, Byakuya, I don't want to die.
Under the ceiling of Xuye Palace, seeing the blue hair again seemed like a lifetime ago. Everything before her death appeared like a dream. She turned back and met his gaze. The Yae Sakura blooming in her eyes looked at a stranger with familiar eyes. He heard her ask, who are you?
At that time, he had a deep love for her, but she entered his dream to explore his past, looking at the two people leaning against each other in front of a cold plum tree. Time had frostbitten her eyes, and she knelt in the deserted palace for a long time, alone to break the hole left by death.
At this time, when she married him, she didn't understand the sudden wedding, the passers-by who seemed familiar to her, she didn't understand the sadness and love he felt when he sat on the other side of the table looking at her, the pain in her chest when she saw him seriously injured and dying, and she didn't understand herself, who was still wandering between love and non-love after the blood in his heart.
Song of Tsing Yi