Through the window, a plum blossom tree stands in the snow. The wind blows and the petals fall. The person by the window wears a soft brocade cloak on his shoulders.
She heard the footsteps behind her and asked softly, "Aci, can I still see the cherry blossoms blooming next spring?"
Xie Yici stepped forward and put his arm around her shoulders from behind, bringing her into his arms. "We will definitely have many more springs."
A smile appeared on Wan Shu's pale face: "When I die, bury me under the cherry blossom tree..."
(Story fictitious/childhood sweetheart/be)
Intention: Meet in winter and part in winter