The Remaining Warmth Kissed by Snow

*The author has withdrawn from the circle due to his own reasons and will no longer write any works. [Gentle guided attack & sensitive depressed feeling] Hidden in the seventeen-year-old wind is Ji Xu's heartbeat that skipped a beat when he first met Ruan Ban. The young man named "Disaster" has brighter eyes than Xingzi, and a neck as white as jade. She always wraps herself in a school uniform that is pulled up to the top, like glass that is afraid of being broken by the world. He is the one who turns around with a sudden glance in front of the bulletin board It's the coolness of the fingertips touching each other in the library It's the ears that turn red when the CCP holds an umbrella in the rain alley Ji Xu's eyes followed him, from the corner of the corridor to the campground in the playground. From a deliberate encounter to a side-by-side guardianship Thinking it can warm up this lone star with the word "disaster" But some disasters never look like lightning and thunder It is the "Zai Zai" that the old man on the wicker chair muttered. It's a broken safety rope It's the tears frozen into ice in the empty ward The "disaster" Ruan Ji was originally designed to defeat him. It came unexpectedly, just like the turning of the eyes in the afternoon that year, so bright that he was in a hurry It walks cleanly, like snow falling on the palm of your hand. Once it melts, there will be no trace. Only Ji Xu is left alone, in countless similar afternoons Holding the pen tightly, I think of those stars immersed in the water. It turns out there is some light. Once you meet it, you will never forget it. Some people, once loved, become the endless snow for the rest of their lives. Intention: separation between life and death.