When he was cold, he appeared. He didn't think about his inner judgment of his sometimes warm and sometimes cold behavior. He just slowly, slowly approached him... From a child to a young man, he accompanied him through many, many things, and in the end he forgot a lot. It just felt so sad to force myself to forget. The heart-rending roars were nothing, nothing...
Gradually, he gradually failed to understand that when he was a child, on that snowy morning, the warm hand held him and ran, which seemed to be an endless journey, and also seemed to be the tenderness he gave for a short period of time... Slowly falling in love, and then falling deeply.
Troubled times, life, family love... Nothing means anything to Lin An, only that tender, arrogant boy in a beautiful suit, he will never forget it in his life...