The first snow was still falling, covering the heads of the two of them, and their heads turned white after a while.
Jiang Shan stretched out his hand to catch the snowflakes and melted them in the palm of his hand. The light of the street lamp shone on his body, making his shadow grow long.
He raised his head and turned to the open field of vision, watched the snowflakes flying, and said, "Zheng Yu,"
"I like you."
A long, long time.
Intention: Youth and pure love