During the winter vacation of her sophomore year, He Xin met the mysterious man Feng Guyan at the flower market. He always appears on snowy days: giving her blue gladioli, buying tassel earrings for her to try on, and leaving invitations at the elevator entrance on the 25th floor. His eyes were as deep as night, and his fingertips carried the cold fragrance of cedar, but ice crystals would condense in the air when he touched her.
In the snowy bridal shop, she put on an ice crystal ring; under the solidified fireworks, he kissed the snow falling from her forehead. When reality and dreams begin to collapse in both directions, the most painful thing is not the farewell, but the need to love again even though you know it is false.
Intention: pure love