[Age gap + older love interest + healing]
On an ordinary snowy day, Xie Yu met someone he would never forget. Later, he realized there was nothing ordinary about that day: a little bird, battered from head to toe, had stumbled into his world.
“What's your name?”
“Song Zhinian.”
During her sophomore-year winter break, Song Zhinian went alone to the Northeast for a trip. It was a snowy day, and she stood there quietly, letting the snow gather on her head.
Song Zhinian was twenty-one that year. Twenty-seven-year-old Xie Yu couldn't understand how this young woman could be so cold. Later, he could only regret that he hadn't been warm enough, that he couldn't warm her heart.
“Our Anian will live to be a hundred. May Xie Yu and Song Zhinian stay together forever.”
