When Xuanyao was young, he woke up one day and saw a never-ending snowstorm.
In his field of vision, the whole world turned into blurry and flickering snow spots, and he could no longer draw those paintings that were worthy of genius.
This is an incurable disease. The parents ran out of money and the family fell apart.
That day, a raging fire broke out in the unattended home, and he would die in the flashing flames. Perhaps this was the end of everything.
Even the beating snow spots are clearer and clearer, covering the entire field of vision.
However, the scorching flame disappeared. In the sudden cold air, a small piece of ice melted in his palm, and snowdrops fell on Xuan Yao.
In the darkness, he was picked up by someone and walked on the snow, far away from the burning home.
After miraculously escaping from the fire, Xuanyao didn't know why he survived. He only remembered walking into the familiar snow.
And someone said to him: "Do you like the snow here?"
He will spend his whole life chasing this piece of snow. Even if it is close at hand or far away.
Purpose: Facing life in the face of suffering