People always say that snow symbolizes farewell, but I don't think so.
I just think snow is beautiful.
"Come out and play together, little moon."
Lin Yue looked at He Yan lying outside her window.
"Good"
That winter was very unpleasant, and you both expected the other to speak first.
What I didn't know was that it was the last time you met.
When they met again, Lin Yue only saw the box of black and white photos of people from the He family holding you.
It wasn't until Lin Yue's eyes were covered with a layer of invisible snow that she finally understood.
At this time, there was a mechanical voice in my mind saying that it could save you. I had no doubts about it, so I agreed.
Purpose: I like to write