My mother likes the Lycoris flying all over the courtyard. The bright red fluttering can evoke people's saddest and tenderest past. Mother called her: the entanglement of love and hate.
So, my name is - Hong.
Deep in the forest is the never-ending stream of Hades, which is the boundary between the dark prison and the real world. Under the moonlight, the stream seemed to be cursed, flowing from eternity to eternity.
The heavy rain that day sent my mother away on her last journey in the world. Even now, I can still think of my mother's hand before she left. She wanted to hold something, but it ended up empty. The last thing she left for me was just a desolate and beautiful gesture.
I passed through large tracts of Lycoris and indulged in the sea of flowers for a long time, so long that I lost track of time. Finally, I saw the blue-gray stone house hidden among the bright red petals. The door was ajar, as if it had been waiting for me there for centuries. I couldn't help but push open the door, and also opened another life of mine.
That year, I was twelve years old and my mother had just passed away. I met a person, with long black hair hanging down like a waterfall, without any accessories, white clothes spotless, lavender pupils looking at me steadily, but seeming to look through me into the distant void.
She said: Her name is Yin.
Ayin is indifferent and aloof from the world. Although she looks only twelve years old, in fact she is over 500 years old. These are things I didn't know until a long time ago.
Every time those empty pupils look at the vast sky, I always feel that she seems to be missing someone, so sad and helpless.