It was snowing heavily that winter, and the snowflakes fell on Chen Nianhan's eyelashes, making the woman a little more agile.
The phone screen displayed a dialog box with Shen Quan. Chen Nianhan had tears in his eyes and quickly sent a few words with his fingers.
"Shen Quan, everyone has to move forward, I can't look back."
"I'm sorry for bothering you for so long, I'm sorry."
"I wish you a bright and prosperous future."
20012.1.20 The fourth snow of that winter, relief.
Intention: no longer miss the past