She rushed into his world and left in a hurry. She became his light and left without hesitation. He would never allow her.
When they met again, he kissed her hard. "Good little sheep, I told you that you provoked me first." He smiled bottomlessly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, but there was no trace of smile in his eyes. "Be good, I admit defeat"
Intention: The weeds will never burn out, but they will grow again when the spring breeze blows