"Fog is the unmelted ice, spring is the fire waiting to be burned - they are each other's antidote"
On the first day when transfer student Xiao Wu entered the South, he poured half a bottle of ice water on Jiang Baichun's competition paper.
The moment the water marks covered the page, she saw a mole on the boy's collarbone, like a fire buried in the snow; and he broke through the frosty disguise of her eyelashes and asked with a smile: "Classmate, there is a frozen fog in your eyes."
Intention: "The fog will disperse and spring will leave, but the young man's tightly held palms will always be moist and warm."
