The title of the book is taken from Wen Ruian's "The Wonderful Heroes of China": Life is really as lonely as snow.
Beautiful things are like snowflakes, when you haven't had time to appreciate them. It already melts in the palm of your hand. Life is such a rush.
And I want to write some stories, just like snowflakes. No matter whether you hold it in the palm of your hand or hold it in your hand, it will melt in the end and you will not be able to hold it tightly or hold it.
Some people and some feelings are like this. If you miss it, you can never have it again.
I am a perfectionist with obsessive-compulsive disorder. No matter what I do, I like a perfect ending, so the same goes for writing stories. No matter how twists and turns there are in the middle, I hope that the people in the story will have a perfect and satisfactory ending in the end.
Life is as lonely as snow, why not keep the beauty passing by around you.