No one knew that the ice had begun to crack the night her stepfather broke down her door. The sports student's palm was pressed on the old mat in the equipment room, the pen cap of the president of the literary club rubbed against her collarbone, her wrinkled clothes were left on the back seat of the captain of the basketball team's motorcycle, and the car keys of school eldest brother Zhou Ming were pressed against her waist... They all said they liked her "coldness", but they rushed to use body heat, possession, and cheap promises to try to soften her.
But the ice melted, not water, but mud.
