Year after year, I sat on that big rock by the sea, waiting for my mother who would never come.
The memory has long since fallen into the deepest part of the sea along with the rancid mud, but it has left the ridiculous obsession on the shore.
At the end of autumn, winter has arrived, and the frozen sea has completely sealed away the original me.
God sympathized with all living beings, but he was helpless when he saw the little girl struggling to survive under the ice.
Because the person standing on the ice was also a little girl - she is now. She just stood there quietly, and what was more indifferent than Han Bing was herself now.
The heavy snow is trying its best to wash away the girl's sins, and how long can this heavy snow last?
Until...
"Xiaoran, don't be afraid, brother can take you home."
Blood-stained clothes and trembling hands. How could he, who was so thin and frail, have the strength to say such things to her.
If she had asked him ten years ago, he would have been vague. But she was asking him ten years later. He had spent ten years doing verification. How could he not know the answer?
"Because it was snowing that day, I didn't feel cold."
The ice was shattered, the sin dissipated with it, and he would lead her out of this winter.
The dead tree was sprouting new branches, and God sent his most loyal apostle to form a contract with her, offering her the spring that she dared not reach.
She couldn't believe everything was happening. But was she crazy, or was God blind?
However, fate is secretly delighted as he watches his carefully crafted story. Because only it knew that it was never her who was judged, but the coming doomsday. Everyone left just to make her stronger.
Intention: break the situation with love