The rose stands alone, confined to a courtyard.
The wind is blowing, blowing through the colorful flowers.
The wind passes through this courtyard and stands in front of the rose. Yueji shrank, but still put her hand into Feng's palm, her fingertips trembling slightly. Feng flexed his fingers and held her hand - with just enough strength to suppress her trembling but not allow her to break free. This waltz is restrained and sultry.
Once the dance ends, then the dance begins...
The wind never left the courtyard and went to the next place.
Concept: plain romance
