Over the past ten years, she had been grinding away her hatred, accumulating love, and was willing to be trapped in the mortal world; but he had lost his love, locked up his heart, and was willing to let the past go with the wind.
In the end, whose determination is belated, whose sincerity is shaky, and whose vow is silent and unrepentant?
The red spring has faded, and winter has come again. Whoever waits will see the flowers bloom.