A Different Kind of Snow

“When that summer ended, he didn’t come.”

“Three years after she left, he finally learned to eat hotpot alone.”

“No one ever spoke of what happened afterward.”

Some kinds of love only become eternal at the moment they can no longer be possessed. After all the twists and turns, the final choice and the place where it leads.

An ending that is sad but not hopeless, full of regret yet profound enough to linger.