Snow was falling all over the sky mercilessly, and Mu Han fell down in the snowy field with half an arm around Lin Yan. His shoulders were already covered with snow, and his fingers were white with cold as if he didn't notice. He just looked at Lin Yan's face covered with snow in silence.
He gently brushed the snow off Lin Yan's cheeks with his trembling hands, hoping that he would wake up. A group of people standing not far away could not say anything for a while and could only hear a small sob.
Lin Yan said, "The flowering period is endless, and the flowers are here just as I am here."
Intention: sincere