The first time Lin Mo met Shen Zhiyan was on a snowy night that winter. She was walking back to the dormitory holding the books she had just borrowed from the library. Her feet slipped and she stumbled forward. The books in her arms were scattered on the floor.
A hand with sharp bones stretched out in front of her and helped her pick up the "Snow Country" at the bottom. "Be careful." The man's voice was low, like a lake covered with thin ice in winter, cold but with an inexplicable penetrating power.
Lin Mo looked up and looked into a pair of deep eyes. He was wearing a black coat and a scarf wrapped around half of his face, leaving only his tall nose and eyes that seemed to hide thousands of stars. The snow fell on the tips of his hair and melted instantly, leaving a trace of moisture.
