He Said He Would Come to Marry Me When He Was a Junior in School, but on the Day of the First Snowfall, I Only Heard the News About Breaking Off the Engagement.

On the day I got my haircut, it was snowing heavily, and he said he wanted to break off the engagement. To me, this is like a fateful curse: "Auspicious snow heralds a good year. In a good year, when the first snow falls in winter, I will marry you." But now he is holding another gentle and quiet woman in his arms: "Thank you, madam, please respect yourself." I raised my head and smiled, but there was no hint of retention in my eyes as expected. I turned back and took the other boy's hand: "Let's go." The young man threw up the coin in his hand and smiled playfully, clearly looking like a beggar.