Your hands are the alluring warmth that I cannot touch, and my heart is the chaos that you have never known... Guan Zhong, when the snowflakes remain at the equator, when the tears melt away the fine sand, will you still love me? Wei Lai, if it snows and we just keep walking like this without holding an umbrella, will we be able to reach Baitou all the way? Guan Zhong, Chu Weilai's affectionate dialogue... I hope that there will be no time to look back, and we will live together with affection...
