When she was twelve, Yu Xue quietly hid in a corner, gazing at the spirited young man beneath the wisteria spilling over the wall: Song Qinan.
“Song Qinan... You kept me waiting for such a long, long time...”
The snow fell for twelve years without ever stopping.
“My heart finally became that snowfall, and that snow never stopped.”
Every time our eyes met, I tried to tell you through them that I loved you.
Years later, he finally said the words he had kept back for so long. But it was too late.
