The snow of that year seemed to fall in Su Ziwan's clear and smart eyes, and the young man in white sleeping asleep under the plum tree in the falling snow was like a brand in her heart. That year, she was led by her mother to come to him, and their lifelong entanglement began. She tried to escape from him more than once, but every time it was an exhausted and futile struggle. She was afraid that she would still love him involuntarily even though she knew he had a woman he liked.