How to describe him? He was like a piece of snow, falling silently and melting silently, even his own breathing was almost wiped out.
Lin Jian shook his head, stretched out his hand to catch a falling snowflake, and watched it slowly melt in the palm of his hand, but it left a small water stain.
So even if the snowflakes melt, they will leave some traces.
She saw him walking slowly in the hot breath she exhaled. She closed her eyes and countless images flashed through her mind: meeting on campus, sharing the best of each other's youth. She remembered the scars on his arms, the smile gradually appearing on his cold poker face, she also remembered him telling his little dream, and all the lights and shadows, so unreal and so far away.
Ji Hanchen still had that lukewarm face and raised his hand to brush away the snowflakes on Lin Jian's head:
"I won't accompany you every time it snows."
"But in my memory, it seems like you are always there."
"That's just in the memory."
The snow seemed to be falling harder, and the falling snowflakes fell on the eyelashes, and soon condensed into frost. The road in front of me was a little unclear, and the people in front of me seemed to be unable to see clearly. Lin Jian did not continue speaking, but turned and walked into the heavy snow.
This snow will probably last for a long time.
Intention: youth, growth