The night Ye Leng was kicked out of the house by her stepmother, a strange boy who looked very much like her handed her a bag of oden.
He said: "I will pass by that store tomorrow morning."
Later she learned that the alley was not on his way to school at all.
She was bullied and he stood in front of her. She was taken to another city by her biological mother, and he waited for three years. She blocked all his contact information, and he submerged himself in the engine oil of the car repair shop and lived in silence in the unfamiliar southern city.
On the day they reunited, he held her and cried silently on her shoulder. He said: "There is an old legend in Northern Europe - if you leave the one you love because of misunderstanding, it will always snow in your world."
Ye Leng lowered his head and looked at his fingers that were clenching his wrist. There were still traces of machine oil on them that couldn't be cleaned off. She put her palm print on it and said, "Then, I won't leave."
The bag of oden made when I was sixteen years old has been kept warm for a lifetime.
Concept: Love is not about saving, it is about someone holding an umbrella for you in the snow until you are willing to go out.