She still remembered the first time they met that year, when the garden was filled with red plum blossoms and the sky was covered with dancing snow.
He was dressed in mysterious clothes, and his black hair was like a waterfall.
She stood in a corner of the outer courtyard, watching him smile through the hollow stone railing. The frosty wind was cold, but she deliberately slowed down her breathing, fearing to shatter this deep dream.
If you don't see it, you don't need to think about it. But if we do, how can we obtain salvation?
Fate is bitter and love is poisonous.
She ran away the moment he looked at her, never seeing the ripples in his eyes after they were calm.