"Lin Jianxia, you were the snow without warning in the first half of my life."
"Besides, Xue won't live long in Lingnan now."
The air back in Nantian was filled with water vapor. Lin Jianxia opened the dusty box with a rusty key. There was only one photo inside.
I have to lament the power of returning to Nantian. The photos that had never changed in Linzhou were actually covered with mold.
Perhaps, this is the second snow in their world.
The writing in black marker fell crookedly on the back of the photo.
"Chen Yu, we still want to watch the snow together!"
"Lin Jianxia, we want to watch the snow together!"
— 2013.1.26
Intention: Intention to be added