The wind in the pine ridge blew again and again. She stood barefoot on the mountainside. The fire in the distance and the blood on her forehead were like the red sun breaking through the black clouds.
When everything returns to the midpoint, the fog is as normal as the air, and the past is calmly intertwined with the warm present. Does she still remember her name?
"Ah Cha, it's her, it's her, why don't you believe me, why?" The tears in her tightly covered eyes kept flowing, Ah Cha bit her lip, not daring to make a sound.
"Ah Cha, the Guiling paste in front of the school is the best. Can you accompany me to buy some more?"
"Acha, do you think Shuwei doesn't want to talk to me anymore? Acha, why are you here?"
"Ah Cha, will the sunset tomorrow be the same as today?"
Intention: Everything in this world is suffering, and there will always be someone who can redeem himself.