When we first met her, her eyes were like a pool of silent and clear autumn water, as if she could see through the body the secrets and desires in the deepest part of the human heart that had no place to rest. But he saw what had long been purified in her pupils - the grief and indignation that was about to overflow from the pain and the indifference that had been comforted by the years. He couldn't help but want to understand and comfort her, who was as alert as a little animal.
The two people whose fates are intertwined like threads are like amber and glass under a silver toad, reflecting each other's different brilliance.
Concept: A person full of scars should not be moistened by wet tears.