Who would have thought that he had been waiting for him to come back in that empty courtyard for ten years. Later, he came back, and after all he could not escape the eyes of the world... He leaned quietly on the wicker chair where he met him for the first time, his eyes facing the sun. The wind in March was vaguely biting, and the pear petals were all over the courtyard. He saw it, saw him when he was young.
"Ajing, I'm back, let's go"
Concept: Love is reincarnation
