In the winter when he was seventeen years old, Lin Shu followed his mother and transferred from a small town in the south to a city in the north.
In an unfamiliar environment and cold eyes, he was like a snowflake falling into a world that did not belong to him.
Until I met silence.
The boy sitting in the last row by the window has eyes like the winter sun. He would smile and say, "Let's go together tomorrow," he would take off his scarf and put it on Lin Shu, and kiss his lips for the first time in the studio late at night.
It was a long, hot summer. They dated in an abandoned studio, held hands on the street in the early morning, and saw the future in each other's eyes. Lin Shu drew all the unspeakable words into his sketchbook - drawing his profile, drawing his back, and drawing him playing the piano.
But the secret cannot be hidden after all.
Shen Shen's father discovered the diary. The school exploded. Rumors, isolation, and bullying were like an avalanche, burying the two teenagers into the abyss. Shen He was transferred to another school and was forced to write "Forget Me". Lin Shu stayed there alone, enduring all the cold looks and hurt.
Many years later, Lin Shu became a painter. His paintings were liked by many people and he became independent, calm and gentle. Everyone felt that he had already moved on.
Only he himself knows - there is a place in his heart that will always be empty. That was what Shen An took with her when she left that year.
It's winter again. It's snowing heavily in the north. Lin Shu received a text message from an unknown number:
"Lin Shu, I'm in the north. Can we meet?"
He looked at it for a long time.
Then, he didn't reply.
