For many years, she had been having a fairy tale-like dream, in which dandelions were planted all around. The gentle breeze blew away the mature dandelions, and they were revealed one by one in front of her innocent smile. She was wearing a long white skirt with many fluffy folds on the skirt, just like Snow White in the Grimm's fairy tale.
A boy was holding her in his arms. He couldn't see the boy's appearance clearly, but he only knew that he was about the same size as himself. The boy held her in his arms and spun her around happily, once, twice, and three times under the sky full of dandelions. . . .
Gradually, the wind stopped, the petals fell, and the boy disappeared, leaving her alone sitting on the empty plain wandering and wandering.
They were childhood sweethearts. She had known him since she was 9 years old, and she had identified with him in her life. However, fate caused them to part ways.
They were close friends, and she thought he was an angel sent by God to comfort her cold heart. Unfortunately, she forgot that a cold heart would never be warm again.