Make a Wish at the First Snow

1.

By a twist of fate, a confession letter was delivered to the wrong person. Uneasy and apprehensive, Wen Zhirong stood under the eaves, trying to find out who had received it.

She waited a long time, but her friend never came out. Instead, she saw a group of people slowly emerge from the rear door of a classroom nearby.

Liang Fuye was surrounded by them, wearing an amused smile, her pink confession letter unmistakably caught between his fingers.

Wen Zhirong remembered him. A dangerously handsome face, an easygoing and insolent manner, and a rebellious streak.

She instinctively tried to escape, but someone reached out and cornered her against the wall.

In the half-lit shadows, Liang Fuye stood with one hand in his pocket and glanced at her with a faint, teasing smile.

"You have a crush on me?"

2.

No one expected Liang Fuye, supposedly the most untouchable guy at X University, to be so easy to pursue.

Wen Zhirong thought miserably, Yeah, he really was that easy to pursue. She'd won him over with just one confession letter.

During their first week dating, she tried again and again to tell him the truth.

But the instant their eyes met, Liang Fuye kissed her without holding back.

He kissed her until she could barely breathe. By the time she grew dizzy and collapsed into his arms, she'd forgotten everything she meant to say.

Sometimes Wen Zhirong thought Liang Fuye might know she didn't really like him and was only teasing her.

But sometimes she also had the illusion that Liang Fuye might actually like her a little.

The day they broke up, things got ugly between them.

Wen Zhirong dragged her suitcase away without looking back.

She thought there would be no future for them.

3.

They met again at a class reunion, when Fuxing City was suddenly hit by an unprecedented blizzard.

Snow blanketed the eaves, and a thick layer of fog formed on the windows.

Over the years, Wen Zhirong had often thought of that snowy day at X University, when she had written the name of her crush on the glass, full of a young girl's hopes.

But it was also on that snowy day that Liang Fuye had bent down and kissed her.

After ten rounds of Truth or Dare, Wen Zhirong finally won one.

The snow kept falling outside. She lifted her eyes to Liang Fuye, and her voice caught in her throat as she spoke.

"You knew the letter had been delivered to the wrong person. Why did you still mess with me that year?"

Liang Fuye stood by the window, his expression cool and distant. A cigarette rested between his fingers, its flickering light casting everything in a haze.

He suddenly tilted his head back and exhaled a heavy cloud of smoke. In an instant, a name appeared on the fogged-up window. It was what he had longed for all these years.

For it, he had done many ridiculous things and become the butt of many jokes. He had even childishly written her name again and again in the fog on the window on snowy days, hoping the gods would hear his devout prayers.

But in the end, there was no happy ending. Love was gone, but hatred endured.

Under the curious gazes of their classmates, Liang Fuye lowered his head and put out his cigarette. He said calmly:

"The letter wasn't delivered to the wrong person."

"I stole it."

Theme: Love yourself