She has lived for more than a thousand years and has seen too much hypocrisy, use and temptation.
My heart had been frozen for a long time until I met the junior student who handed me a love letter.
He said: "I just want you to know that there are people in this world who see you."
Later, on a snowy day, they stood in the snow, their heads covered with white.
She suddenly remembered a sentence: Snow falling on her head looks like black hair with white hair.
He said softly: I will grow old together with you.
She didn't remember the agreement made thousands of years ago, but at this moment, she was waiting for that person.
——Your moment is my century. My life is your moment. But so what?
