In the winter of the 31st year of Daqing, Song Shuyi died at the age of 25, the fourth year after Fang Heng brought Lin Wanzhao into the house.
After his death, his soul wandered for ten years, watching his mother's temples getting whiter, watching her father's back gradually curving, and watching her brother's tablet placed side by side with hers in the ancestral hall. When she opened her eyes ten years later, she returned to the heavy snowfall after her eighth birthday.
In this life, she just wanted to protect her family and live a good life, stay far away from Fang Heng, and stop her brother from going to the border to die.
In the Taifu Mansion next door, there was an eldest grandson who was poisoned and his body was ruined. His name was Shen Yanchuan. He was thirteen years old and as thin as a bamboo pole. Everyone in the family shunned him.
Song Shuyi put a package of sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the corner of his table when he passed by, but he didn't pick it up and pushed it away.
She didn't care.
Later, she discovered that this silent and thin boy would carefully wrap every piece of cake she put down out of her sight, hide it at the bottom of the bookcase, and keep it there for more than ten years.
On the day when Fang Heng knelt in the snow and begged her to turn back, Shen Yanchuan walked past her without stopping, leaving only one sentence.
"Miss Song, it's cold, go home."
The snow when she was sixteen finally fell into his thirteen-year-old book box.
Purpose: Cherish the people in front of you