When she was twenty-two years old, Jiang Nianxue opened a studio door.
The moonlight fell from the skylight and fell on a man's back. He was painting snow, and he had been painting it for twenty years. She stood at the door, her heart skipping a beat.
She thought this was the beginning of the story.
Later she learned that the story began when she was twelve years old.
Shen Shiyan, 38 years old, professor at the Academy of Fine Arts, has been painting snow all his life. He is gentle and restrained, always standing outside the crowd. When she chases him, he retreats; when she approaches, he hides. She thought he was prey, but later discovered that the hunter had fallen into a trap twenty years ago.
He remembered her appearance from the photo of her when she was eight years old.
He guarded her for her father for fourteen years. He has been painting snowfields for twenty years, and every painting has a window - that is what her father said, "Where there are windows, there are people waiting."
She chased him to Changbai Mountain, chased him to Milan, and chased him until he had nowhere to hide. He knelt in the snow and asked her: "I'm not worthy of you, are you still pursuing me?"
She looked at him, her eyes were red, but the corners of her mouth were curved.
"Whether you deserve it or not, I have the final say."
