A Tree Of Crabapple Weighs Down The Pear Blossoms

Twenty-four years ago, starting from the first time I saw that rosy, wrinkled baby in the hospital at the age of six

Her life trajectory has etched the name of He Jue.

Initially, he was a sticky rice dumpling who liked to cling to her, asking for candy and hugs

Unknowingly, the two have become like true siblings, both distant and close to each other

Then, that reclusive little ghost suddenly grew rapidly overnight

suddenly became a tall and lush youth resembling a tree

And in her gaze, more meanings began to intermingle.

From then on, there was a continuous cycle of pursuit and evasion, struggle and sinking, role reversal, and he gradually became the protector

Twenty-four years, how has time intricately intertwined and grown

has become such an entangled mess

Unable to discern the origins, nor can one trace the path forward