It's late winter.
The starting point of my memory about Ming Shu Inkstone was a snowy winter.
He was wearing brown, standing in the cold winter, wearing a brown hat, looking at her quietly with a pair of black eyes.
"Why are you crying?" He bent down, opened a pack of tissues and handed it to her hand.
She took it blankly, looking up at the unexpected person, trying to put away her embarrassment.
But I heard him say: "Tell me about it, Song Chuxu, so... Won't you be too sad?"
Ming Shuyan covered her ears with his hands, and the young man's breath brushed her face, warm, with his unique breath, light but rich.
The dry air, the heart beating fast due to running, the breathing and the warm palms
In this cold winter, let the dry emotions gradually become moist.
It turns out that this is a winter that is both new and old.
Concept: The more unrelated two people are, the more they will be turned upside down by their fate.