There was a wall in Qiu Mo's heart, a wall she didn't quite know herself, but it was like a wall made of solid ice.
When a reckless and completely careless boy, armed with an ice pick, wants to knock down this wall and break into the world of late autumn. At the end of autumn, in addition to feeling the piercing pain, there was also a feeling that she only realized after many years through a passage left by another boy, love,