Aikefei, her name itself carries a faint sadness,
like petals gently blown by the cold wind of winter,
beautiful but with unspeakable loneliness.
The weapon she relies on, the Fragrance Player,
is both her defense and a symbol of her loneliness,
using those ice jades that are still shining with cold light and silent gears,
weaving a gentle story in the cold world.
Her growth path is not vigorous,
but like a delicate and sad dance,
every step is stepped on cold fragments,
every breakthrough is like a process of being hurt and healed.
Those fragments of Shivada jade silver and Shivada jade,
are like fragments of her life, broken and combined, combined and broken,
and constantly knocking on her heart, knocking out her strength.
The rotation of the gears is cold, but full of ruthless rhythm.
Meshing gears, mechanical spur gears,
They seem to be the gears of fate, silently pushing her life forward.
In this mechanical world,
she did not choose to stop,
but used this silent melody to find her own rhythm.
The creation of the Xiangyun player is a dialogue between purity and pollution.
The sacred dew and a drop of polluted water interweave a complex and subtle beauty.
This is just like her heart,
with both pure and flawless hope,
and the difficulties and confusion of the world.
She collected blue crystal conch from the seashore,
the blue conch is like the secret of the deep sea,
is her exploration of the unknown world, and also a confession of inner loneliness.
This cold and gentle blue light reflects the softness hidden in her heart.
The gifted book of “Justice” is the faith of her soul. The teachings, guidance and philosophy in the three books are very similar to the subtle rules in her life, invisible but omnipresent, shaping her spiritual world. Every confrontation with “Erosion of the Soul” is a contest between her and her own shadow, with an unspeakable beautiful sorrow. Her growth is a lonely practice. She is like a flower in the ice and snow, quietly blooming in the cold wind. She has no exaggerated movements, nor dramatic turns, only the faint strength and determination, which makes people feel a delicate power. Her story is like a painting in late autumn, hazy and real, cold fragments and mechanical gears are the background of her world, and she, with dew and light, lights up the center of the painting. In this cold world, Ai Kefei learned how to be lonely, how to be strong, and how to find warmth in indifference in her own way. This is her story, and also the epitome of countless lonely souls. She did not choose to escape, but bloomed her own flower in the ice and snow.