All the Pear Blossoms Have Fallen

Snow falls from pear blossoms, and blood falls from pear blossoms. A spear move that falls in the snow will be the way back, and if it falls in the blood, it will be a dead end. She woke up in the valley, forgetting where she came from, her name, and the person who blocked the arrow for her. Only the short knife wrapped with a red rope was held in his hand from the dream to the outside.