Three years of letters, more than a hundred in all.
One year in love, with a hundred steps between us.
On the day Beijing saw its first snow, he said they should break up.
He was the transfer student who gave her a mint every day.
She was his deskmate, and later the one who received his letters.
He waited for her for three years.
She waited a year for him to speak.
They were together for one year.
At last he said, “I've waited for you too long. So long that I've forgotten how to be together.”
She said, “Okay.”
Snow fell outside the window.
It was light, melting as soon as it touched the ground.
When some people's summer ends, it's gone for good.
The cool taste of mint will linger in the memory for a long, long time.
There is someone in everyone's youth who cannot be forgotten
The plot is a bit conflicting, I hope it can be improved in the future, but overall it's okay