I don't love Nan Yuchen.
A few years later, Axi and I were chatting around the fire at night. The warm yellow candlelight reflected my and her unaging faces. I firmly gave this answer.
Even if for this person, I sacrificed all the possible joys in my life, the most precious youth of a girl, and staying with the person I love most in this life...
I still don't admit that I loved him.
Under a bright moon, he was ups and downs in the official world, while I forgot about the world in the mountains and rivers. But every year when there is heavy snowfall, I always see a person standing deep in the path in a trance.
I stepped forward to brush away the remaining snow from his temples, and he turned back to look at me with a smile.
"Ayun."
Concept: A story about two lonely people watching each other and growing up together.