[BE·Sadism·Betrayal·Depravity·Entanglement·Fate]
This year is a rare warm winter. On an ordinary sunny day, a couple moved next door to Wen Wen. At this point, fate began to play out the drama arranged by him.
Wen Wen risked everything for her young love and gave everything for her past impulses, but this winter, she watched him get on the neighbor girl's motorcycle and rush to a new pleasure.
Xiao Hai, who was also betrayed, became her only driftwood. Looking at each other in the elevator, holding an umbrella on a rainy night, talking by the river, two souls with the same disease, cautiously testing on the edge of morality, and the tug between heartbeat and restraint again and again.
They kept each other warm this winter and also fell together. But when the truth and accidents come one after another, we realize that the warm winter will eventually end, leaving only the cold spring and no more warm sunshine.
Reader comments
After reading it, I was left with only dull pain and tenderness. There are no right or wrong stories, only choices. This is a story about loss and redemption. Wenwen staked her life on Xu Xingyi and was broken in the betrayal; Xiao Hai silently guarded her and illuminated her cold winter with tenderness. The novel does not force perfection, but writes the most realistic answer: true love is not binding or sacrificing, but finding yourself first, and then meeting the right person. It has great staying power, and the more you taste it, the more sad it becomes. The story is neither bloody nor sensational, but it uses delicate emotions to describe the most painful truth about adult love: love will expire, people will be separated, and growth will always bear scars.
After reading it, I was left with only dull pain and tenderness. There are no right or wrong stories, only choices. This is a story about loss and redemption. Wenwen staked her life on Xu Xingyi and was broken in the betrayal; Xiao Hai silently guarded her and illuminated her cold winter with tenderness. The novel does not force perfection, but writes the most realistic answer: true love is not binding or sacrificing, but finding yourself first, and then meeting the right person. It has great staying power, and the more you taste it, the more sad it becomes. The story is neither bloody nor sensational, but it uses delicate emotions to describe the most painful truth about adult love: love will expire, people will be separated, and growth will always bear scars.