Her secret: late-stage stomach cancer, with the clock ticking down.
His secret: he knew her secret.
Mu Xuerong only wanted to quietly walk the final stretch of her life, keeping it from the one person she had left, her grandmother. Chen Feng, the troubled boy she once went out of her way to avoid, became the only person who knew her secret, and the quietest guardian in her cold world.
He stopped skipping class and getting into fights, and began studying as hard as he could, just to be a little closer to her. He vanished from her sight, but worked up a sweat at construction sites, all to buy a few white pills of hope for her medicine bottle. In a tiny room late at night, beneath a dim lamp, she endured the pain to explain physics problems to him, while his focused gaze hid a heaviness he could never put into words.
As her life entered its cruel final countdown, could this closeness born of despair melt the ice of fate? Two battered souls tried to hold on to each other in the “Snow That Had Yet to Melt in September,” hoping to preserve one last trace of warmth.
