Spring arrived.
Ribbons were hung at the flower shop's entrance, her friends gathered together, and children ran in the streets.
Leo stood in the crowd, with her by his side. He was no longer an island. Their story wasn't a raging fire; it was the gentle flow of a stream, gathering to form a river.
A rainbow hung in the post-rain sky, like ten Cups raised high in unison.
He finally understood that "completeness" was never a solitary, perfect geometric shape but a shared warmth, a sense of home seen in each other's eyes.
Leo looked down at her. They didn't speak; they simply held hands.
In that moment, he knew—his holy grail was no longer empty.
【Echo from the Mirror】
Where is your "rainbow"? Who is the person you are willing to share every season of your life with? True fulfillment is not a personal high tower but a path you can walk side by side.