You Are the Fireworks of the South, I Am the Ice and Snow of the North

You said: Just tell me if you want to eat a cone! I can cut off the horn and give it to you! I can stop being a unicorn! You said: When I become as thin as a flash of lightning, I will marry you and go home. You said... You said... However, we never waited for what you said. Concept: A story from campus to campus