In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the weather was brisk. Lin Quqiu stood in front of the plum tree and stared at the plum blossoms on the tree, recalling her first meeting with Mei Wuya. It was also an icy and snowy land, with goose feathers flying heavily, and a vast expanse of white all around. The less than 5-year-old boy was huddled under a plum tree, his whole body turning purple from the cold. Just as his vision gradually blurred, a pair of black boots appeared on the snow in front of him. He raised his eyes along the boots and saw a man in red, holding a black oil-paper umbrella, looking at him with some pity in his eyes. Then he let out a long sigh, stretched out a slender hand to him, lifted him up from the snow, held him in his arms, turned around and walked away. After a while, Lin Qiuqiu heard a gentle voice in his ear: "Take you home."
Intention: growth, reincarnation of cause and effect