When they were seventeen,
Han Li loved flowers, but the season for them had passed. Then she found a fragrant herb that bloomed just for her in September.
Duan Ming loved cats, but her family wouldn't let her have one. Then she found a British Shorthair who wanted nothing more than to be with her.
"Hi, Duan Ming. I'm Han Li."
We aren't only together for one winter. I'll be here next winter too. "I had a dream. In it, you said... you loved me very, very, very much." I will always be here.
"Do you like looking at the sea? I do. It makes me feel so free."
"You... won't disappear, will you?"
"When she said she liked me, that day... I was so happy I nearly went crazy."
How could fate ever be late?
Theme: The wind is the prelude, and the snow is the symphony.
