The cold wind howled, blowing snowflakes in the air and carrying the biting coldness towards the woman wearing a brown woolen coat on the roadside. A few scattered people on the street also began to rush home, and the warm yellow lights lit up one by one. In this late winter, she stood at the crossroads for what seemed like a long time, and the wind and snow had already fallen on her shoulders. The New Year's bell rang suddenly with the white mist she exhaled, and she took a deep look at the end of the intersection on the left. Then the figure gradually blurred, from clear to faint, and finally disappeared into the wind and snow...
"Will this New Year be the same as before?"
"Will do"
I won't give you another chance.
I walked to the airport step by step against the cold wind and white snow alone, repeating over and over again in my heart: I won't give you another chance...
Concept: Complex love