That winter, snow fell under the sky at 46 degrees north latitude, and fine flakes of snow covered the roof and street corners of Yunzhou Middle School.
Shen Qinghe thought that her seventeenth year would be as usual, quiet, plain, and unnoticed. She would carry her textbooks across the snowy playground, sort out wrong questions during class breaks, go home along a familiar road in the evening, and live her life like a little poem without waves.
Until she met Ark.
He is a young man holding a guitar and singing silently in a small coffee shop on the corner. The warm yellow light fell on his drooped eyelashes, the strings vibrated softly, and the melody was as gentle as snow falling on his heart. He is also a cool and dazzling transfer student who sits in the last row of the classroom. He talks little and doesn't like to join in the fun. He has a faint layer of alienation wrapped around him, but inadvertently, everyone's eyes can't help but follow him.
She thought it was just a chance encounter, but she didn't know that from the moment the guitar sounded, his eyes had already fallen on her.
When the heavy snow fell, he gently wrapped his scarf around her body, with the coolness of the snow on his fingertips, but his tone was gentler than the snow: "Shen Qinghe, don't look at me secretly anymore."
She looked up suddenly and caught the starlight in his eyes.
He smiled, and his voice was as light as falling snow: "Shen Qinghe, I like you, and it came earlier than this snow."
She thought the snow would fall forever, but she didn't know that the snow at 46 degrees north latitude would eventually melt, and his light would no longer shine for the rest of her life after she left.
Purpose: Cherish those short but dazzling encounters in life. Even if they end sadly, those warmth will become eternal light.