Haven't yet seen the person I yearn for day and night.
She wants to find herself, no longer to be ruled by chaos.
Sevia reached out to touch the elusive golden figure, but like dispersing sand, it vanished.
The golden figure gathered again, transforming into a light feather, flying into her heart.
Sevia lowered her gaze, suppressing her chest, feeling the beating heart and the warm residue, as if touching the light feather, shattered consciousness reassembled at this moment.
Golden sunlight spread over the valley, spilling onto the white snow, pigeons perched on branches, hiding musk deer poked their heads from haystacks by the riverbank, their shiny black eyes curiously watching the girl.
Soft strands of hair fell, covering Sevia's side face, the young girl who had just experienced danger stood up, shook off the snow dust from her body, feeling the Anchor Point within her guiding her forward, she regained the courage to embark on an unknown journey.
Set off,
