Snow in the Strings

[Blurb] The green bamboo remains as vigorous and verdant as ever in early winter. The young master in the pavilion still wears that same cool, aloof expression. He holds the phoenix zither, plucking my heartstrings as though they were his own. The strings' mournful notes wind and twine around my fingers. Alone, I gaze out at the endless snowfall. [Extreme warning: an absolute tearjerker] A short story, a tragedy, with one earth-shattering twist after another. The female lead always thought she was a man, after all, her true form was a silly, adorable clownfish (●'?'●) Theme: