Preface
The snow has stopped late at night, and the world in the early morning seems to have the tranquility and purity of a girl.
At the other end of Wutong Avenue, there was a faint figure that seemed to be moving forward. Or stay?
Wearing a long scarf, a blue-gray wool scarf, does not seem to bring warmth to the boy. His little face hidden in the scarf, against the backdrop of snow, looked like the last stubborn ice floe on the water in spring. Under the light of the street lamp, it is so soft and smooth...
Stepping on this pale snow seems to be saying goodbye. The little innocent heart began to freeze at this moment and became the hardest ice.
Conception: