The snow fell very early that winter and lasted very long.
On the day Yi Xu'an came back, Luo Zhiyi was standing at the end of the corridor, with unmelted frost on her eyelashes.
They shared the same school uniform in the snow, walked side by side through the deserted playground after evening self-study, and exchanged a mint-flavored kiss on the deserted rooftop.
But the snow will eventually stop, just like some stories are destined to end in regret.
"You and Xue have one thing in common: tears fall on your brows."
That year, Yi Xue An was there and didn't want to mention it.
Intent: Love and regret in youth, struggle and reconciliation of same-sex love.
