"Xiaohai, what do you think the snow sea will be like?"
"Don't you know it just by looking at the North and South Poles?"
"That's not the snow sea I imagined."
Until the end, Chen Hai didn't know what that sea of snow looked like. Chen Hai guessed that it would be a quiet and cold snowfield, with white snow flying all over the sky, pure and peaceful, just like her.