He once asked her, why do you like winter, aren't you afraid of the cold? She said, look at that house, there is a goose-yellow light outside the window, that is the temperature of home. It's cold outside, soberingly cold, but warm enough to feel cozy. Because you can always see hope, walk through the cold and move towards warmth, guiding you to the other side where your body and mind belong. But in the end, she still lied. The empty house had no warmth, without her...