"Zhou Qu, do you know there is a poignant story about Purple Wisteria?" The wind gently blew the broken hair on his forehead, and Jiang Chuanyu raised his eyes to look at the junction of the sky and the sea.
"Once upon a time, there was a beautiful woman. She prayed for a good marriage every day. Later, Yue Lao was moved by her sincerity and told her that there was a bamboo forest in the back mountain. There she would meet a man in white, so the girl went to the bamboo forest to wait, but was accidentally bitten by a snake. A man in white actually helped him suck out the snake venom, and the two fell in love." Jiang Chuanyu withdrew his gaze and looked at Zhou Lai. The boy's green eyes were filled with the sea and the girl. She rarely saw him like this. Most of the time, he was withdrawn, cold, and indifferent.
"But the man's family was poor, and the woman's parents did not agree. So they both jumped off the cliff to die in love. Later, someone found a wisteria tree on the cliff, and the wisteria flowers were growing against the tree, which seemed to symbolize their love." She paused. "The flower language of wisteria is to live out of love and die out of love." "Zhou Qu, I don't want to be such a person. I want to live for myself and not be attached to anyone."
A life entangled with death. I am lucky because I died under the sun.
Intention: Live for yourself, not dependent on anyone else