In her second winter, Chen Lian finally got her wish and saw snow.
She rubbed her hands together against the cold, gazing at the snow-covered tree outside his school. She thought, whether it snows or not, it makes no difference. My future can only be mine. I have to love myself first.
He Jingyu had said back then that he had thought about their future, but he was too stupid to figure it out, and could only blame himself.
Let it be.
Chen Lian put away the letter he'd written her, folded it along its original creases, and tucked it into her pocket. She straightened her scarf and set off through the heavy snowfall. A trail of footprints was all she left in the snow: the way she'd come was visible, but the way she went was not.
He Jingyu, I won't forget you. Whether you remember me or not, it doesn't matter.
Theme: I hope everyone can move on from their regrets.
