This year, the fields are filled with mountain flowers and every tree is golden, everything is just right. It's just that one person is missing, a girl under the hawthorn tree is missing, and there is a pile of bones under the underworld.
"Ah Yin, look back. Don't leave. Come back. The hawthorns have all grown."
Lightning protection: adopt a first-person narrative, be.
Concept: Waiting and the taste of hawthorn