Eyes Deep as Ink, Part Two

Back then, snow fell thickly outside the window, while the room was warm and cozy. The two of them sat by the fire, looking back on the past... He said, “Yin Mo, snow isn't what I love most. You are.” It was snowing in Paris again. Yin Mo stood by the window, watching the snowflakes dance wildly in the wind. Su Bai, you said I was the person you loved most. So why are we now so far apart? Please note: This is the third book. Please see Bei Yin's New Book and Deep Eyes Polished into Ink, Part One for the first two books. Creating original work is difficult. Plagiarism is prohibited; any resemblance is purely coincidental.