She's back again, after seven years. The snow outside the window fell sparsely, and after lightly hitting the glass, it quickly fell without a trace. She slowly raised her hand and gently touched the glass, trying to give it some warmth. But it was in vain. Her hands had already merged with the glass under the touch of the glass. After all, she could not warm a piece of glass, just like him. My fiery heart has gradually frozen over the past few years. Only the heavy breathing and unchanging life reminded her that there was another person left to live in the world. Gu Yu, I'm back, bringing our memories with me.