Seasons change, the wind will help me see the boy of that year
That winter he was smoking, and Su Muqing saw him waiting for her. She reached out to touch his cold wrist bones, pulled him out, and asked, "Aren't you cold?" He was only wearing a black round-neck sweater, which looked very thin, and his fingers were red from the cold. He pressed the cigarette butt in his hand and threw it to the ground, hugged her, and put half of his body weight on her, saying "cold."
Later. . .
Intention: Love without getting it