When I was seventeen years old,
Han Li likes flowers, but the flowering season has come, and she meets the spiritual herb that blooms only for her in September.
Duan Ming likes cats but is not allowed to keep them at home, so she meets a shorthair cat who just wants to be with her.
"Hello Duan Ming, my name is Han Li"
We are not limited to winter and next winter. "I had a dream. In the dream, you said... You love me very, very, very much." I will definitely be there.
"Do you like to watch the sea? I do. It feels very free."
"You... Won't disappear, right?"
"When she said she liked me, that day... I was so happy that I almost went crazy."
How can we be late if we are destined to be late?
Concept: Wind is the prelude, snow is the movement
