The first snowfall in Nancheng came a whole week later than in Beicheng, and it was also colder. Lu Jici stood by the window of the dormitory. The glass window was covered with a layer of mist. He pressed his fingertips, and a chill spread all over his body along his fingertips. Gu Jinbei left. Many years later, when Lu Jici saw Xue again, he would always stop subconsciously. The snow in Nancheng and the snow in Beicheng both feel equally cold when they fall on your shoulders.
Intention: To our youth that will eventually pass away, and to everyone's extraordinary life.