When she was twelve years old, Yu Xue was quietly hiding in the corner, looking at the high-spirited young man under the wisteria flowers with his head sticking out - Song Qinan
"Song Qinan... You kept me waiting for a long, long time..."
The snow has never stopped for twelve years.
"My heart finally reached the snow, and the snow never stopped."
Every time my eyes interact, I try to tell you that I love you.
Many years later, he finally said those late words, but it was too late.
