In the winter when he was sixteen, Zhu Yichi bumped into Qi Che at the corner of the corridor.
He was raising his hand to wipe the snow off his glasses, while she hid in panic behind the pillar holding her homework book. That silhouette covered with fine snow became the most distant heartbeat in her entire youth.
Over the years, she watched many snowfalls by herself. On a winter night in Beijing, at the airport on a business trip, on the way home late at night. Snow is always similar, fine, quiet, and falling continuously.
"Now, with the gentle trembling of snow falling on my shoulders, I finally understand that some people are just here to teach you how to love yourself."
Purpose: Remember to be a brave person
