"Sister Mingming, you used to like me so much... I like to be picky about food, but I don't like coriander. Every time you help me eat it and you seriously tell me that I can't be picky, even though you don't like coriander... I'm always a little squeamish, and you don't bother me..." Su Jintong showed a sad smile, "You used to be so kind to me..." Jiang Ming was swaying, and the pain of her heart being torn made her unsteady. Something warm slid down his face, and I later realized it was tears.
Concept: A story of two girls, gentle redemption.