The winter in Jicheng was very cold. She walked slowly towards the man in front of her on the snowflakes that had not yet melted. A bright smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and the pear dimple at the corner of her mouth became more obvious: "Long time no see, Qiao Yi."
The man hugged her into his arms, rubbed his chin on her shoulder, buried his head in the crook of her neck, and said vaguely: "Well, it's been too long, it's been really long."
Pieces of snowflakes fell, landing on the tips of the man's hair, and instantly transformed into small crystal clear water drops, sending warmth to the bottom of his heart.
Sometimes she always wonders, what would happen if her obsession was not deep, would she forget that wanton young man?
But she thought about it thousands of times, and the answer was always no.
She met too many people, but she was always timid and hesitant. No one would stand still, but he was the only one who could see through her little thoughts at a glance and walk towards her without hesitation.
Qiao Yi, next time we should not only meet earlier, but also reunite earlier.
Missing cannot be weighed, and who knows how many words it will take to write my love for you.
Intention: Thoughts cannot be weighed, love cannot be measured.