Qi Xue is used to hiding herself in the deepest shadow of the library. She thought her four years in college would be like all the past years—silent, transparent, and unnoticed.
Until Wen Mo appears.
The girl who was always soft-spoken and always considerate helped her pick up her soaked notebook in the library, took unanswered questions for her in class, and handed her a cup of jasmine tea at just the right temperature during group discussions.
"You sometimes make me forget what to prepare next."
These words in the dark were the only flaw Wen Mo gave her.
Qi Xue began to believe that maybe someone in this world could really see her—not her silence, but what was beneath the silence.
But she forgot that snow will melt when held in her hands.
Melted water will turn into ice. Ice will scratch the hand holding it
Intention: seeing and being seen