It's such a simple story, dedicated to the festival of youth
Just a glimpse in the crowd, just a momentary evil smile, the girl under the cherry tree passed by indifferently, and then was covered by the surging crowd, just like the fallen cherry blossom petals, which will soon disappear under everyone's feet.
She said in the smoke, An Jin, people start to age when they have emotions. Do you think I look like a dying person? Then she laughed, but she never understood
They have gone through so much, but they have never said they love each other, and they don't want to admit it to each other. Just guarding silently. When the tension of love and friendship pushes them into the abyss of eternal destruction. That she was never seen again.
Just because I looked at you one more time in the crowd