Cold Simple Love

Along the Bixi River, pear blossoms spread all over the sea. In the quiet depths, the wind blows and the green tiles are covered with frost. In front of the courtyard with green tiles and snow walls, pink and white roses are vying to wrap around and climb on the corridor supported by wooden frames. At the end, a swing made of flower brocade swayed under the warm sun, making stars shine. The little girl sitting on it screamed happily with the ups and downs. The graceful woman standing aside looked helpless and worried. The clear sunlight slipped through the winding flower stand and scattered on them, mottled their shadows. "Dudu." The carved iron door opened wide, and the whistle broke the silence. The little girl jumped off the swing in an instant and headed towards the train...