'Recently my wounds haven't grown, because I've been hiding in places without wind.'
Recently my wounds haven't grown, because I've been hiding in places without you...
So, lately, I suddenly remember so much of the past, always being hurt by reality, is it because I'm too close to you?
As long as I stay a bit away from you, even further, can I forget the past and start again?
It should be like this.
It should be, right...
Ou Manhui looked out the window again, she no longer had the thought of going back to bed because she would just get up again anyway.
She just looked through the window, at the man standing trembling in the cold night, stubbornly, as if waiting just for her to arrive.
Once, he was the young man of her past.
And now, who is he...
Unknowingly, it was dawn.
When it snows, it's not that cold; when the snow stops, it becomes colder and colder.
In the morning, a servant knocked on Ou Manhui's door to start cleaning the room.
