When I was eighteen years old, there was a heavy snowfall in Shenyang.
Lou Jinxiao was curled up on the street corner waiting to die, but a dirty child grabbed his hand: "Brother, are you dead?"
He thought he had picked up a burden, but unexpectedly the child crawled into his arms with foxy eyes and called him "brother" in a sweet voice.
For the next eighteen years, he gave him a name, taught him how to grow up, and accompanied him from the age of four to eighteen.
The best love is never vigorous, but——
That snowy night, I picked you up and took you home, and I never thought of letting go.
"Brother, I will always follow you."
"Yes, I believe it."
BL·Two-way healing·Cultivating a sweet pet
——In the coldest snow, the warmest flowers bloom.
Intention: Wherever the heart goes, where the action goes