It was a secret that Yan An had hidden for three years. She thought she had buried it and even rotted it because she no longer cared about it. The so-called "not caring" was deceiving herself. The reason why she didn't care was because the person related to the secret was no longer around her. Forgetting it was a matter of one person.
Is it love or confinement, domineering or affectionate, secrets are revealed, blood drips, is it scars or unforgettable pain?
Nineteen-year-old Yan An was admitted to a prestigious university, but met the person he never wanted to see in school.
Painful memories were deeply pulled in, bloodily infecting the sad college life.
What really happened that night?
If I didn't meet you, but I met you, if I didn't fall in love with you, if I didn't have that painful past, if it wasn't you.
But if I hadn't met you, I wouldn't have known where I would still be wandering.
The snow fell so deep that night, so deep that I wanted to bury myself. It was your warm hands and embrace that saved me. Maybe we can't be together, but I really love you.