The day she first saw him, a silent snow began to fall in her heart.
From then on, for seventeen years, 6,211 days and nights, she lived through a grand and silent one-woman show. She remembered his scent and carved his name into her heart. Eight times, she picked up a cake he never got to taste. Countless times, she went to Wuhan, which she considered her hometown, yet fate never turned their paths together; she never had the luck to meet him. Her feelings were like gilded strands of hair glimmering in the sunlight, daring to shine only in the shadows. The fortune slip she had prayed for on his behalf ended up bringing joy to the person he loved most.
Then came August 1, the day after his birthday and the day of his wedding. She handed him a heavy red envelope. Inside was the number 6,211: every day she had loved him, and the end of it all.
Spring was never meant to bring snow.
So it was only inevitable that there would be no love between them.
We never shared a snowfall, and spring snow was never meant to come.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
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