In his freshman year, Lin Xiao used his whole heart to clumsily melt the iceberg named Gu Lin.
When her love was strong, she got tired first and thought he was boring, so she turned around and took the class monitor Xiaochi's hand.
There was no explanation, only a decisive figure from behind.
Ten years later, at Xiaochi's funeral.
The drizzle was slightly cool, and she was dressed in black, with her eyebrows lowered and offering incense to the visitors, and she looked well-groomed.
When he raised his head, he met a deep look.
Gu Lin was standing not far away, wearing a suit and leather shoes, and his temperament was colder and colder than when he was young.
He took the incense in silence, his fingertips touching hers.
The air was stagnant, and only incense candles burned silently.
He didn't say anything, he just looked at her like that, his eyes were like ice that had been silent for thousands of years, but underneath there was something almost scalding hot that was about to burn her through.
That glance made Lin Xiao feel a bone-chilling chill again after ten years.
Concept: Even if you break the mirror, I can stick it to you
