Sometimes, she also fantasizes that she is an egret and can control her love at will, regardless of whether his surname is Lin or He. Always thinking like this, forgetting how time passed day by day, she put the washed off-white cashmere at the bottom of the box and put on a heavy sweater. Pour a cup of hot tea to warm up the air of early winter. She took out a book, flipped through it, and kept chanting the sentences in it, but she never looked up and saw the white breath frozen in the air.