This is a half-truth and half-false story, the events are basically real and the characters are purely fictitious! Please forgive me!
What am I? I am just a little thorny flower on the hillside. For the yellow sand under your feet, for the warm breeze beside your face, blooming in spring. Maybe the wind blows suddenly to the mountain streams, wanders into unknown deep streams, or wanders far away, but the wind in the mountains will leave my fragrance as light as silk.
Conception: