I forget which winter it was, Xu Jin gave Xie Yun a scarf, and the two embraced each other in the first snow, their love soaring wildly.
It was still winter. Xie Yun remembered that Xu Jin stood among thousands of lights that day and said to her: Ayun, we don't need to see each other again.
That was the first time in a long time that Xie Yun held his waist so humbly, crying and asking if we could not separate.
*Short, painful
Intention: No intention yet