Endless Snowfall

Reader's note: The male lead is especially upright and gentle, truly full of positive energy, and so is the female lead. Their love is mutual, and they're both each other's first. I only write pure couples.

"A secret crush is like a green lemon, sour and tart. He endured every hardship, then came to embrace me."

1.

Song Zhijing had never told anyone that she liked the boy next door.

She dreamed about that moment for years: he sat by the villa entrance, smoking with one hand, his eyes smiling as they met hers.

To Song Zhijing, He Liangqiu was a composed, commanding frontline journalist with lofty ideals and ambitions. Cool and noble, from a distinguished family, he was still willing to travel through mountains and rivers in search of the news. He was a fighter with a microphone, a pillar of the country.

She would never forget the day she was caught in a mudslide in the mountains. He walked toward her with the light behind him. Even covered in mud, with his shoes worn through, his eyes remained resolute.

It seemed that even if the world were destroyed, he would still be able to stand apart from it all.

He crouched in front of her and reached out. His face was so cold and handsome, yet his voice was tender to the utmost. "Don't be afraid, little sister."

2.

To He Liangqiu, Song Zhijing was a dazzling, elegant little princess in the entertainment industry.

She came from an extraordinary family and was doted on by everyone, yet she hid her identity and entered the entertainment industry, going to the most remote mountain villages to film.

She was an embodiment of art and a shining role model.

No one could connect He Liangqiu, the truth-telling warrior who hurled accusations and daggers in front of the cameras, with the pure, beautiful woman of flawless skin.

Not even He Liangqiu himself.

3.

But Song Zhijing loved him. She engineered chance encounters and followed him by any means necessary, even when he had to travel to distant deserts, oceans, or battlefields.

Looking at the delicate beauty before him, her skin as white as snow, he sighed. She wasn't delicate at all. On the contrary, she was resilient and strong.

He took a cigarette from his pocket and looked at her through narrowed eyes. "Little sister, I could die at any moment."

The beauty in front of him shook her head and threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms around his waist. The deep affection and glimmering light in her eyes moved him. "You won't. I'll pray for you."

It was snowing that day, and the snow stretched as far as the eye could see. Yet He Liangqiu thought the endless snowy landscape was breathtaking.

4.

Later, rumors spread that Song Zhijing and a certain film star were about to get married. At the time, He Liangqiu had gone missing while on an overseas assignment. She forgot to deny the rumors, and curled up alone in the endless snow, waiting and waiting. At last, she saw him walking down the snowy slope, covered in wounds, just as he had walked toward her through the mud when she was caught in that mudslide.

But this time, he stood right in front of her and pulled her into his arms. His cold lips searched for hers as he called out in a trembling voice, "Jingjing, don't leave me."

*We are each other's salvation. We cross mountains and rivers, and run toward tomorrow.

Theme: A heroine with ideals and ambitions.