On Christmas Eve, a blizzard arrives.
Lu Zhiheng walked in the snow step by step with Chi Yu, who had an injured foot on his back. The snowflakes in the south were wet and soft. They fell on his fingertips and melted into tiny drops of water within an instant. She twisted her clammy fingertips, calmed down, lay on his broad back, and pressed her face against the side of his neck.
His hair was cut shorter, and his ears were red from congestion due to the cold. Chi Yu's warm hands gently covered his ears.
He looked at her sideways, "I'm not cold, don't catch a cold."
Chi Yu could feel the beating blood vessels on the side of his neck. He was young and full of vitality. Like him, he was as dazzling as a blazing light. She had been infinitely close to him.
She raised the umbrella higher and put it close to his face. The warm air she exhaled turned into a cloud of white air, "Lu Zhiheng, Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas." He smiled, his eyebrows arching in a gentle arc. He tightened his arms, carried her firmly, and repeated, "Chi Yu, Merry Christmas."
She also laughed, her eyes filled with tears because of the wind.
She looked forward and said calmly: "Let's break up, Lu Zhiheng."
A broken mirror cannot be put back together; a crack that is repaired will always remain a crack.
Intention: Let go of your ego and the world will be vast.