In her dreams many years later, she still often returns to the past.
The faces in the dream may be warm, proud, indifferent, or stubborn.
And she herself had a smile as bright as a flower.
There is no filth, no conspiracy, no fighting, no heart-wrenching chess game between father, son and brother with their lives at stake.
Everything is happiness that people dare not grasp or touch. She refuses to wake up because she knows it is a dream.
When I wake up from the dream, there is only the blood after plotting to kill, and only the sadness of the person leaving.
She was the only one alone.
What kind of happiness would it be if life were just like the first time we met?
If she could, she would trade all her lifetimes for the late spring and early summer when she first met.