How much biting cold and moss growing in the shadows must be hidden to create a gentle stubbornness in the dampness of frost and snow?
Ji Che is like the moss growing in the corner of the wall. He is silent and tough. He is not worthy of coveting the dazzling warm sun like He Ran.
It was he who leaned forward first and handed the light that belonged to her into the palm of his hand. On a winter night in the old alley, he stuffed warm roasted chestnuts into her cold-red hands; when she was squeezed into a corner, he stood calmly in front of her, using his shadow to shield her from all probing gazes. He taught her to look up at the clouds, stayed with her through the dark years, and let her hold on to that little bit of warmth. She really thought that the temperature in his palm could cover up the desolation of half her life.
Unexpectedly, the warm sun would eventually return to the clear sky. He left the scene without even saying goodbye, leaving her alone.
Moss covers the wall of time, and the sweetness of the past breaks into frost on the nails. It turns out that this encounter was just a gift of spring to He Ran, and left her alone in the cold for half her life.
The world is clear, and nothing changes year after year.
Intention: Redemption is light and calamity.