The cold wind is biting outside the window. Across the glass, she stood in front of the window, holding the porcelain cup in both hands, taking a slow sip of hot water, looking at the night view of the city in the distance, lost in thought. The heat of the water filled the cold glass, blurring her vision. After a long time, she came back to her senses and wrote two words "Yichen" on the hazy glass...
"In my lifetime, we will meet on a narrow road, and we will not be spared..." Yichen, if meeting you is destined, I would like to tell you personally that I do not regret meeting you, and I do not regret having you in my life, because I am afraid that apart from you, I will never meet anyone who likes and likes me again...