What if death was not an accident but was destined from the moment we met?
Would you still choose to love him knowing that he would not live long?
When I was seventeen, I met him in the snow. We built a snowman and became friends.
Later the snowman melted in the spring and he also left in the spring.
It would be a lie to say that I don't miss you. I want to sleep in spring forever.
"Go to the deepest part of spring, sleep in the arms of spring, and when you open your eyes again, there will be someone who loves you, and you will know the spring and the bright scenery."
First-person narrative narrative,
Yan Qingyu (me) x Su Minghe (him)
Purpose: Learn to accept the separation brought by death
