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During the days when we were far away from home, Zixuan and I fell in love with each other, leaving traces of our happiness under the cherry blossom trees and by Mount Fuji... Every homesick night, Zixuan played the flute while I embroidered - just like my mother, I embroidered plum blossoms one after another, plum trees one after another... Every stitch and thread contained my tenderness and affection. My left chest no longer hurts, but is filled with traces of homesickness. Yes, it wasn't that I couldn't embroider plum blossoms back then, but my heart was occupied by too much hatred! And now, when I can experience the happiness of loving and being loved, the plum blossoms have bloomed brighter than the cherry blossoms under my hands...