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When the snow on the south wall covered the steps, Lu Fubai picked up the Old Testament again. Ten years ago, the snow accumulated half a foot deep at the base of the south wall. The flakes of snow on the branches rustled down and landed on Xie Chenyue's hair and shoulders. He stretched out his hand and hooked Lu Fubai's little finger with his fingertips. His eyebrows reflected the flying catkins in the sky, and he said that he would leave when the snow melted and go to the south, to a place where no one knew them. He responded well. Later, the snow melted and fell, and the plum blossoms under the south wall bloomed and withered. Only that promise was buried by the wind and snow for ten years. Later, a belated letter was passed to him, with only one line - "Waiting for a snowfall, waiting for someone who doesn't come home." Intention: The force majeure of fate and the end of obsession are missed and remembered; some love, even if we can't stay together, will be like the snow under the south wall, falling in the memory and never melting away in a lifetime.