She is crying.
She rested her pillow on the green bank grass, her cheeks flushed, and her tears flowed down her soft black hair and fell into the white stream of Taoyuanjin. I had no intention of spying on her lingering dreams, nor did I expect to hear her murmuring; it was just two simple words over and over again, but they contained anger and hatred. Every time I got closer, the sobs and murmurs became clearer, making me more anxious and unbearable. It wasn't until I saw all her features that I finally heard her whisper clearly. Shock and sorrow, just like the torrential rain, slowly creeping up from my ankles——
That's my name.
The intention is to hold on to it and be filled with it, without knowing it is already there.