When seventeen-year-old Lin Xi bumped into Lu Xingye's profile in the library, she vaguely saw her old friend breaking free from the amber of memory. She left her library card on the title page of "Snow Country", but found a sketch soaked in rain and fog - the young man imprisoned her shadow with a pen. When they reunited in college three years later, the red rope wrapped around Lu Xingye's neck and the old ashes in the hourglass made Lin Xi willing to drink this glass of strong wine brewed from old wounds.
When the dark cloud of the family's demise spread over the young man's eyes, the boy who once breathed and drew rabbits on snowy nights began to measure the length of her skirt. The lens of the senior in the photography club, the suspicion of missed calls late at night, the strange perfume handwriting on the art exhibition ticket, all the doubts were shattered into pieces of glass in his violent kiss. When Lin Xi dissected old book specimens, she discovered that this love was just two souls with missing corners rubbing scars on each other, and what lay dormant deep in the reflection was the never-opened truth in a rusty iron box.
Intention: Some people will never be seen again once they are missed