On the Shangyuan Festival, in bustling Lin'an, he alone searches every branch for a place to rest, yet refuses to settle.
Memories of the past come rushing back. I can't tell whether you disappeared, or whether I was too afraid to find you.
Strangers again, strangers again. Easier said than done.
This is only an extra chapter. The original story? As Buddha says, that cannot be spoken of.
The story faintly echoes the original, and I'm sure sharp-eyed readers will notice. Hehe, I hope it doesn't count as plagiarism. This is my first time writing something that goes a little beyond sweet innocence, so please forgive any shortcomings.
Theme:
Too much!!! It's over just like that!!!
The rhetoric is indeed gorgeous!!!