May Your First Love Never Fail, Snow Between Your Brows

When he was young and knew nothing, he held his master's sleeve and feared nothing.

Later, in the prime of youth, full of spirit and swagger, he couldn't understand what purpose her seemingly insignificant companionship served.

But the jianghu is like a tide. At last they set out together, only for him to ride back alone. Then he suddenly remembered that year when she stood by the window, face tilted up as snowflakes settled on her brows and lashes, waiting for him to raise his sleeve and brush them away.

As it turned out, the so-called road through the jianghu was nothing more than her holding an umbrella and walking toward him when he was young, to tell him, "Never betray your original resolve."

Key point: (P.S. I wrote this story because of that JX3 soundtrack song. There will be some differences, and I hope the original songwriter will forgive me for borrowing from the song's description.)

So, the above is really where the inspiration came from. But to be clear, this is not JX3 fanfiction. I wrote it for that song. Now let's get to a more proper synopsis:

A slightly literary version:

That year, heavy snow beneath Mount Qingxuan blanketed the entire town. A man dressed in plain white robes picked up an abandoned baby girl from the roadside.

That day, the red plums at the summit of Mount Qingxuan, which had not bloomed in a thousand years, quietly burst into flower, brightening the sixteen years that followed in the baby's life.

Later, in that same town, a woman took a little boy by the hand and promised to accompany and protect him. The boy was like peach blossoms in the third month of spring, bringing color to all the years she had left.

Theme: Through saving one another, become adults who shine