Lin Yutong's honeymoon eventually turned into a solo healing trip to Yinshan Hot Spring.
On the bus, she frowned when a boy in the back seat chuckled—Zhou Yudu, that boy with a blue hat who always appeared inadvertently. His Japanese was so fluent that he didn't look like a tourist.
"My name is Zhou Yudu." He soaked in the hot spring with only his eyes exposed, "I am the one who gives."
"I mean, I'll give you all my warmth."
When snow fell all over the covered bridge of the soup house, she discovered:
Some redemptions need no words, just like snow falling into a hot spring, it will eventually find its own way of dissolution.
Intention: Like snow falling into a hot spring, it will eventually find its own temperature.