In the memories of home, everyone could dance. When girls raised their hands, silver bells chimed, laughter u…
In the memories of home, everyone could dance.
When girls raised their hands, silver bells chimed, laughter unending—a sound that never faded.
Aynur loved bell bracelets most. With them, she could dance freely, even the dust at her feet sweet like honey.
Later, she met a princess even more dazzling than the moon. But when the princess walked, the ornaments at her temples swayed with the same pleasant sound as bells—why wasn't the princess happy?
"These are step-shakers, not free-dancing silver bells." The princess touched the hanging golden tassels. "They remind me of my duty."
Little Aynur didn't understand. She thought: if the princess is unhappy, I'll give her my joyful bells.
The princess knelt. Gilded step-shakers and silver bells chimed in the wind. "Your joy must stay in your own hands." She returned the bells to Aynur's wrist. She loved the girl's smile and dance, hoping all in Liangzhou could live in peace.
Young Aynur took the bells and solemnly promised: she would always be happy, never cry.