I started writing this article from a dream that I had at night near dawn: my two protagonists experienced a warm and quiet feeling after a series of cases and old events.
He Zixi: Brother Chen, I'm cold.
Bo Yuchen looked at him without saying a word. He watched as snowflakes as big as goose feathers fell on the hand that was stretched out to him to hold.
He Zixi looked at his expression and thought he was unwilling. Just as he was about to take it back, his hand was grabbed and led to the pocket of the windbreaker. Heat spread from the man's hand. He looked at it carefully, and the man's face gradually turned crimson: "Ahem, go back... Go home."
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Concept: After the darkness, the flowers and water become brighter.