In Liang Gui's heart, his brother is like a tree. It is not a very tall and majestic tree, but it can also provide shelter for others. As for herself, they were just a few fallen leaves, nothing special, they just happened to be floating in her immature time. It floated for so long that the faint moist smell of sycamore leaves after the rain lingered in the air for the rest of her life.
Intention: A close distance that can never be reached