Ever since she first saw her, her instinct told her that that child was unfathomable.
She doesn't like her.
In that afternoon in her memory, when the house was still covered with white gauze, when everyone was still immersed in a solemn atmosphere, she was lying at the window of her room and saw the girl in white.
Her father's car was parked outside, and she sat quietly in the car, fiddling with the hem of her skirt. Sensing a gaze that lingered for a long time, she also turned towards her.
The eyes of the two people met far away in the air, silent and cold, as if burning with invisible cold flames. The moment the lightning penetrated, something was clearly condensed, and something gradually blurred, finally disappearing on the edge of fate.
A tacit understanding of hostility.