She didn't know how she got here, or when she would leave. No surprise, no panic, no urgency, she re-understood the world like a newborn baby.
She knew who she was, but she didn't know where the voice in her heart came from. With the lack of memory and the inexplicable heartbeat, she didn't know how to face him, nor how to face the other self in her heart.
Open-mindedness and kindness, cheerfulness and indifference; cold and heat, fire and ice; like the eternal snow river under the bright sun, like the long-lasting icicles in the fire. So many contradictions gathered in one body, it turned out that she was just waiting for the warm breeze and the bright moon to prevent her from being burned to ashes or frozen into an ice sculpture.
It turns out that the carved and painted buildings seen from a distance are not necessarily more beautiful than the thatched cottages and huts around you.
I had a fever a few days ago, and now I'm finally feeling better. I'll come and fill in the gaps.