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A monk who was cultivating in the Qing Dynasty, met a woman who escaped from the desert in men's clothing. He planted a tomato in the quiet years when the bees were buzzing. She hid when she came, and the only food was the small tomatoes he picked late at night. The moment she smiled and watched her eat in the dark night was quiet and mischievous. The two people who were estranged and cautious at the time didn't know it, but it was the sweetest episode they could have.
Later, the enemy family found someone, and they went over the mountains. All the way shrouded in the dry and full moon, the stars are few, and the water is boundless. Elopement with a loved one, feeling uneasy and full of expectations. The distance is far away, and the horizon is on the side of the road. They have never snuggled closely together. The only time they are side by side is in a hopeless hallucination.
The feelings of hope and love never need to be proven. Because proof means dissection, publicity, and price. She was crawling, at his feet, in a pool of her blood.
Yes, I care about you and I pity you. With myself, this whole body, wholeheartedly. She had no grief, no anger towards the people who shot behind her. Just looked at him happily, one last glance. The last look, just like that night, he looked at her, ignorant and affectionate.
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