From the time he was sensible, Zhou Yuan knew that he should not be born in this world.
When I was seven years old, a new neighbor came next door. Xu Shixia came to visit their home with her parents. The little boy was much taller than her. He peeked at her timidly. With just one look, he became her follower willingly for the next eight years.
She said that if she wants to be a good friend with me, she must become the same person as me. The young man nodded in agreement, his eyes bright and frightening.
But Zhou Yuan regretted it.
If he hadn't said those words, his parents wouldn't have been separated, and they wouldn't have been trapped in the same heavy snow for ten years.
Xuxia, wherever you are, I am still guarding you.
Intention: Breeding tenderness in brokenness, and breeding strength in love.