This life is so short, she hasn't even celebrated her eighteenth birthday yet.
I still remember that figure once promised her under the flower stand: I will definitely let you live well in the future.
She looked at the tall figure through the afterglow of the setting sun. The wind blew the fallen flowers and fluttered on the broad shoulders. She wanted to lean on it. She just wished that she would not be like a petal in this life, drifting with no return, following the direction of the wind, free but rootless.
She had never even seen that face clearly, and it might be forever to say goodbye to him.
No one knows how she has lived for more than ten years and how she has spent every cold night with difficulty.
Until he appeared, she vaguely saw a glimmer of light in her chaotic world.
She wanted to reach out and hold him tightly, but she was afraid of being abandoned again.
But he said: From the first time I saw you, I knew that you were the flower I lost hundreds of years ago!
Intention: She seems to have seen her restricted life, and she is unwilling to do so. She wants to break through the obstacles and get her original life back. And he, just because Hua Xia bowed her head that time, decided that she was the most important existence in his life.