Formerly known as "Fa Xia Breaks the Ice"
Graduation day.
Hairpin Bingchun's fingertips slid across the camera screen, and the tip of her hair brushed against the collar of Faswen's school uniform. She suddenly stopped - in the photo, she was doing a scissor hand gesture to the camera, while Fasven looked at her sideways, the sun cast a fan-shaped shadow under his eyelashes, and the arc at the corner of his mouth was much more real than usual.
"When did this..." Her voice was stuck in her throat. Fasven stretched out his hand to cover her index finger that pressed the shutter, and his body heat spread through the metal casing of the camera. "Happy graduation." He said softly, his breath brushing the tip of her ear.
Sui Quan bumped into Sun Pianyin's shoulder from afar: "Did you see that?" Sun Pianyin squinted at the silhouette nestling under the sycamore tree. Fasiwen was tucking hairpin Bingchun's wind-blown broken hair behind his ears. "Like the early cherry blossoms breaking through the ice in the Bois de Boulogne," he took out his cigarette case and tapped it, "it has been frozen all winter, but it is chosen to be opened at the coldest time."
Then Sui Quan muttered, "This is the first flower that breaks the ice in winter in France."
Intention: I love her as my life
