"My hands are so cold."
Ling Zhou wrapped his fingertips in his palms to warm them. Yu Zhao lowered his gaze and saw the snow particles falling on the overlapping cuffs of the two people, turning into dark water marks.
The bell on the eaves rang softly, and he suddenly hoped that the snow would never stop.
Reading tips:
1. Open ending
2. Multi-unit narrative, foreshadowing and later recycling
3. The world view gradually unfolds, so it is recommended to eat with patience~
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