On this land covered by the cold wind, Ai Kefei stood quietly,
Her eyes were deep and firm, reflecting the coldness and warmth of this world through the ice crystal-like magic weapon.
Growth always begins silently, accompanied by the sound of ice jade breaking,
Accompanied by the rhythm of the slow rotation of gears, the power of life gradually awakens.
In Ai Kefei’s world, there is the coldness of ice and the coldness of machinery.
Those glittering Shivada jade silver and Shivada jade fragments are not only the accumulation of materials, but also the cultivation of her soul.
Every piece of ice jade fragment is like the fragmented and painful experience in life.
She accepts them silently with a calm heart and turns them into nutrients for growth.
And those gears – meshing gears, mechanical spur gears, and strange mechanical movement gears,
seem to be the mechanical and regular rhythm in her life,
In the cold world, they provide power support for her every breakthrough.
The sound of the gears spinning is like an invisible encouragement, telling her that she will not be alone on the road ahead, and time will pave the way for her.
Her exclusive instrument, the Fragrance Player, is a miracle she condensed with pure and polluted water droplets.
Those crystal clear dewdrops condense her expectations of herself and her yearning for the future.
The combination of purification and pollution, just like the contradiction and fusion in her heart, grows a tough power in the softest place.
The collection of the blue crystal snail is like a ritual of her dialogue with the sea.
The blue light is like the call of the deep sea, gently plucking the strings deep in her heart.
She injected this pure power into her body,
making the cold body flow with warmth.
The gift book of “Justice” is her spiritual beacon,
those lines of text are like a source of wisdom,
teaching her not to lose herself in adversity,
letting her understand that growth is not only the accumulation of strength,
but also the baptism of the soul.
Every time she faced the erosion of spiritual resonance, every setback and victory, they became the pillars of her inner tenacity. She knew that only after experiencing the baptism of wind and rain could she truly become strong. The story of Ai Kefei is not only the growth history of a girl, but also the portrayal of the hearts of each of us. Cold materials, mechanical gears, deep oceans and heavy talents constitute her world and also reflect the trajectory of our lives. In this complex and cold world, she used her own strength and wisdom to break the shackles step by step and usher in her own light. Her growth was not vigorous, but more quiet and tenacious. That kind of gentle and powerful vitality bloomed in every unnoticed corner. This is her story, and it is also a microcosm of everyone who strives to move forward in life. I hope that we can all be like her, in a world where ice and snow are intertwined with gears, and find our own tenacity and warmth.