Blue fluorescence enveloped the valley, and the misty mist annihilated something. Is this bewitching will-o'-the-wisp?
Where does the ladder of bones lead to, the kingdom of hope or the endless night?
The face that cannot be seen clearly, the hand that cannot be held, and the pupils that have lost their temperature reflect the truest...
"A Ruo?"
"..."
"Aruo! I am... I am Fang Qing... Don't you remember me... Ha... It's okay if you don't remember me. People like me don't deserve to be missed by you..."
"No, I will always remember you... Are you feeling guilty? If so, hold my hand, I will forgive you..."
Forgive... Will you? Maybe.
Intention: The beauty of first love