When he was ten years old, Lin Yan always liked to look at the snow hanging on the tree in front of his house. It was so crystal clear. When the snow was about to melt, he would collect the snow in a delicate glass bottle, then put his mother's favorite flowers in it and give it to her after it was frozen.
When he was twenty, Lin Yan's feelings for snow became more complicated - he no longer wanted to step on the snow because his mother would always stay with him on the snowy night when he was twenty.
Later he ran to Europe, and the snow was still there, but he could touch the dense snow, because his lover's eyes were the brightest and softest snow.
Concept: After the snow stops, there is brilliant love