An icicle-like wind blew toward Miao Zhi. After a while, a vast amount of snowflakes scattered on her forehead. The rose in her hand was about to burst into tears. Withered and cold fingers collected the flower between her palms. Miao Zhi stayed at the entrance of the alley, as if standing on a towering cliff. Her gray-brown eyes were like the deepest lake, and she didn't know who would cause huge ripples in that lake.
When he came, Miao Zhi turned his head sideways, with a smile in his eyes. He was willing to plunge into the deep lake, leaving behind huge ups and downs, with scattered leaves still hanging on his shoulders. Xu Wenjin hurriedly took off the crimson knitted scarf around his neck and wrapped Miao Zhi's head in warmth. He rubbed his hands, and then exhaled the white misty heat in his palms. Holding Miao Zhi's slender, white hands, the hot temperature penetrated each other's blood vessels, exchanging breaths.
At this moment, the pulse is as fast as beating, the lover's eyes connect the bridge of tenderness, forgetting this deep winter, the fine souls finally merge into one, that is the only kiss.
Concept: A story about a pure girl meeting her beloved lover, on the road of misty growth, catching up with her lover intermittently, and finally having her.