Shen Zhiyi is known as the "Iceberg Queen" in the financial circle. At the age of thirty, she owns the "Zhiyi Group", a business empire worth hundreds of billions. She is used to measuring relationships by contract terms. For her, love is "the most risky and invalid investment." Until an unexpected car accident, she met Wen Yan, who was covered in snow particles on a snowy night in the suburbs.
He is a volunteer at a nearby hospice hospital. Wearing an old cotton-padded jacket that has turned white after washing, he is squatting in the snow to build a nest for stray cats. His fingertips are red from the cold but he moves gently. Shen Zhiyi's limited-edition sports car got stuck in a snow ditch. She got out of the car wearing ten-centimeter high heels and said in her usual cold tone: "Get the car out for me and I'll drive it for you."
The man raised his head, his eyelashes were stained with broken snow, and his eyes were as clean as untouched snow: "I can help you push the car, but I don't have to pay for it. The stove at my grandma's house next to me is out, so I have to light a fire for her first."
Later, she saw him reading poetry to the dying old man in the hospital corridor, his voice as light as a feather; she saw him putting his
