The wind that year was filled with a bone-chilling chill, like ice that had not yet melted in the cold winter. When the bag fell, even the breath was frozen, and the seams between the bones were filled with coldness. It was so casual that it was almost cruel, like an insincere joke, but with an undeniable hardness, it went straight into the heart, crushing all the sweetness into an inseparable coldness and numbness, and it was deeply imprinted in Xiao Zhixia's heart.
Mr. Xiao Zhixia doesn't understand why there is such a bitingly cold season in this world. Wouldn't it be nice to be warmer? But her experiences growing up have always told her that cold is the norm - even if the midsummer sun scorches her whole body, there is still a bone-deep chill deep in her heart. Until her world was caught off guard and an accident broke into it, like the morning sun following its trajectory, slowly squeezing in through the crack in the door, gently and softly, shining into this long-silent gray.
It turns out that the world still has such a warm side.
The dark land that had been deserted for a long time quietly sprouted buds and bloomed under the gentle infiltration day after day. Even the wind was tinged with warmth, and it slowly turned into a grand scene of spring flowers and autumn moon.
When the dusty past is slowly revealed, when the shackles of nightmares are broken by gentleness, when she finally dares to face the scars and longings in her heart - can that child who was randomly abandoned and injured repeatedly use this beam of light to walk out of the long darkness, reconcile with herself, and dare to bravely accept this late love?
Intention: Use gentleness as a blade, accompany you with sincerity, and go on an appointment with blooming flowers.