Her world fell silent when she was seven.
After witnessing the deaths of her loved ones, Su Yi fell gravely ill and lost her voice. From then on, her life became a black-and-white silent film.
Living under someone else’s roof, she had only one source of warmth: her adoptive mother. When her mother died, winter seemed to last forever.
On the day she went to pay her respects, the wind howled and snow lashed down. As she collapsed, her consciousness fading, she thought at last she would be reunited with her mother.
But he forced the play button on her life.
A retired soldier, hard as steel, he had no connection to the gentleness of this world.
At the cemetery, he caught sight of her for an instant and rescued the frozen, silent girl, as if saving a homeless fledgling.
From then on, a little mute sparrow took up residence in his heart.
She breathed through writing and spoke with her eyes, carefully hiding her scars and past.
He was used to giving orders and getting things done, but he had to learn to read her silence and understand her gaze.
He thought it was only temporary sympathy, a sense of responsibility.
He didn’t know that her quiet resilience had already pierced the iron walls around his heart.
She thought the warmth would be brief and didn’t dare hope for more.
She never imagined that this cold, hard iceberg would be willing to melt into a gentle spring river for her.
