The first time Renzu saw the Atobe was in March when he was sixteen years old.
In my memory, when I was sixteen, spring came extremely early in Jinglingting. In the early days of March, the snow-white and clean streets of Jinglingting were covered with snow-like cherry blossoms. Under the scattered cherry blossom trees, the Grim Reaper who was lazing around in various pretexts sat all day long. Occasionally, you could even see white coats driving by in front of your eyes. He couldn't help but worry about the future of Jinglingting. That year, the coquettish fragrance of flowers and the strong fragrance of wine blew all over the world with the gentle breeze, deeply ingrained in his memory and unforgettable.