That day, snow fell from the sky in such enormous flakes that it seemed to blanket every color in the world. It was as if the snow had fallen to welcome her, which was why she was named Xue'er. But I preferred to call her Angel, because she would be the angel I cherished for the rest of my life.
The sky suddenly began to snow when my boss sent me to pick up that girl. The snow kept getting heavier. How annoying. I hated that pure white snow. I could never have anything so pure, because the blood running through me was filthy, and so was my soul. Yet fate played a joke on me and brought me to her, an angel purer than snow.
“Bro, the snow's so heavy. It's going to cover the whole ground...” “Bro, look! What's that?” On that snowy day, I picked up an angel. I really wondered if she'd accidentally fallen along with the snowflakes while scattering them. “Bro, I want to keep her. I like this angel.”
A story about three men who meet the angel of their lives: is it family, friendship, or love?
