The tangled resentments of our parents,
Seeds covered with bruises,
Breaking out of the tangled darkness,
Blooming, bleeding flowers.
Gray, she gave up herself and experienced huge waves in a world where only men existed. Clear water, gray eyes, and no waves.
The crimson-colored man traveled through the underworld, playing chess between heaven and earth in open and closed positions, enchanted and transformed, reborn.
How does she want to find herself? Under the soul-breaking sword, she can cut off all ties.
Wherever he fell, his unforgettable pain will be repaid to his descendants.
Her buried memories, his hidden past,
Tonight, she longs for freedom, and he hides behind the mask,
And, the unpredictable future,
In the end, why forget...
What I wrote is a simple story about love. The so-called "simple" means that my story is actually Xiaoyan. Xiaoyan, sweat it out for yourself. Even so, this story is not JJ's mainstream taste. There is no NP, no H... Xiaoyan's ending is nothing more than a multiple-choice question: A, together; B, not together. That's all.