When Nuan Nuan met Xu Pei in the antique store, he was warming a piece of ancient jade with a missing corner on his fingertips.
"This jade looks like you." When he raised his eyes, there were stars falling in his eyes. "It's so cold that it makes you want to warm up."
Later, he always hugged the warm and trembling body late at night: "It will be fine if it warms up, Nuannuan..."
Until the night when I lost all my hair during chemotherapy, Wen Nuan touched his newly hidden jade under the pillow. Wen Nuan was complete and engraved with "Life and Death Agreement".
Xu Pei smiled with red eyes: "Antique restorers are best at repairing defects. This time, I will do it for you."
But jade can mend it, but how can one fix one's destiny?
When it snowed for the first time after Wen Nuan's funeral, Xu Pei sat in front of the repair table with his head covered with frost. The jade under the lamp was still warm, but no one needed its warmth anymore.
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Purpose: Loving others is like growing flowers
