Encountering a ghost doctor in the bamboo forest, the night is slightly cool, the love in the snow begins with the first meeting, all kinds of things in the past, falling off a cliff, frightening dreams, conspiracy and conspiracy, no one is lucky, and ends in sorrow. Missing each other across the bank, tears streaming down my face, the snow finally returns, my mausoleum has no regrets, and we stay together until our hair turns white.
I disappeared for seventeen years. When I saw him again, he was no longer the sunny boy he was before. He was wearing a purple robe, mature and steady, and there was a hint of coldness between his brows. I hoped that he would recognize me, but I didn't want to be disgusted by him. I don't want to hurt him because of my appearance, but he doesn't seem to mind. He... Just hopes that I can return to him, that's all. Should I... Go back?
Purpose: Telling about the bumpy love that never loses contact