Life is full of twists and turns, and I cherish the past: I was young, frivolous, and confused. Looking back suddenly, do you still remember the pretty figure in red on the willow tree branch?
There is such a boy - he is meek and gentle, has strong magic power, is polite, looks a little dull, and seems to like to cry. Even so, as the prince of the fairy world, his life has been smooth until he is sixteen, but the music of life begins to go out of tune after the coming-of-age ceremony...
Sometimes destiny is just a thread, and you are the kite at the end of the thread. If you try to break free, you will only be broken into pieces.
Note: I always feel that this is not a story written by me. It seems like someone whispered in my ear and told it in a dream. I just want to try my best to express the thoughts, life and emotions of the people in it.