For seven years, it has been as cold as ever.
A snowstorm before the New Year brought me, Wan Eucalyptus, back to my hometown, Yuancheng, wrapped in coldness and alienation.
At the end of Maple Leaf Lane, the bitter taste of coffee was still on the tip of my tongue. A gust of wind swept away the umbrella and the dusty years.
The umbrella fell at the man's feet, and the moment he raised his head, the snow seemed to have solidified - Bo Min, all the weight of my secret thoughts in high school, suddenly reappeared on the snowy night seven years later, with his usual, heart-stopping mature aura.
Under the same leaden sky, the threads of fate have already been quietly rewoven.
My younger brother Wanxi, the boy who was always as silent as a shadow, also met his ex-boyfriend He Zhiyuan, who was as blazing as the sun and our high school classmate, on the flight home.
Four people, two pairs of broken hearts, reunited because of the snowstorm and the journey home.
Intention: growth