He dreamed of the heavy snow falling on the streets of Norway, and saw her long hair covered with snow; he saw her at a loss in the Montmartre coffee shop, crying in anger while wearing an A-line skirt; he saw her standing next to her former lover, holding back her stubbornness to hide everything. Misunderstood and hurt, she began to escape, but this led to a memory from a few years ago. In the age of materialism, another world opened to her on Weibo. Is the love she encountered just a memory or an eternity?