"I let you go, and I let myself go." She raised her hand and stroked the few broken hairs that fell in front of her temples. She looked at him with watery black eyes, and seemed to look through him at the gardenia behind him that was swaying and stretching in the breeze. The whiteness in the sun exuded a faint fragrance. It was the beauty that she had worked hard to protect...
Concept: Life is hard, adjust the direction at the right time, and it may become sweeter