Chun Jing's life is a journey chasing the word "home", but the glimmer of home always dissipates within reach, like flowers in spring that suddenly turn into ashes when encountering a sudden rain. Those searching days and nights are like butterflies burned by spring embers, struggling but unable to find the petals to rest on. Until the end of her life, her home was still a lamp in the fog. She closed her eyes with unfinished expectations, like the last trace of warmth in the spring embers, slowly dissipating into eternal loneliness. After all, her home became the other side of the soul, a harbor that could never be docked.
Motto: Destiny is unpredictable