A black leather rope was wrapped around her white fingers and raised high above her head. The hanging colored glass ball showed a faint light in the blue sky.
Just like Jian Lan, who seems weak but has a little bit of bitter longing in her heart for the past thirteen years.
If the white dove returns to the blue sky looking for freedom
If the maple leaves return to the branches and accompany them
If we were never separated, could we have those we never had.
When she thought of the other him, she blinked desperately in front of the mirror, and the snowflakes in her eyes reflected his slender figure.
The separation and reunification of love, hatred, and hatred that surrounds the ignorance of youth come and go.