Fanfiction, written purely for my own enjoyment. It borrows a small part of the historical framework, but the setting is fictional, so don’t take it too seriously. If you’re interested, keep reading.
When Ma Jiaqi was eleven, he found Li Xueting in the snowstorm, nearly frozen to death, and brought her home.
At twenty-two, Li Xueting lost Ma Jiaqi, the man who loved her, forever. He died in her arms.
Ma Jiaqi died at twenty-eight, before the snowstorm came.
Li Xueting died at twenty-two, in the first snowstorm of 1949.
One journey through wind and snow, half a lifetime of grief.
War smoke covers the snow, and the snow is as lovely as Jiaqi’s years.
