With a startling glance and a gentle smile, the vermilion folding fan cut through Yayoi's dampness.
The Chinese clothes are elegant, the jade hands are bright, and the red handwriting is engraved in the cool breeze of frost.
The clothes are fluttering, the pears are shallow, and the bright red tassels are scattered in the afterglow of the red wheel.
A parting letter, a thing from the past, broken glass bleeding into the pale moon.
If I could go back to that day, would you still smile at me?
Purpose: Everyone should firmly choose their own love