Jiang Xunwan broke into Lin Qixue's quiet world like an unexpected rainstorm.
From the misplaced poems on high school notes, to the shared body temperature in the rental house in college, to the ferry tickets each held tightly in the social tide - they thought they would spend every winter together.
Until the seventeenth winter day, Jiang Xunwan liked Lin Qixue's wedding photos on a snowy night in a foreign country.
It turns out that the ending of all the quiet distance has been written as early as the first hug.
——This is a story about "how we quietly separated during the years when we were closest to each other in our lives."
Intention: Dedicated to all those who are lost in silence