She once loved someone so much that she came to Beijing alone for him, only to find that another woman was already by his side. Someone once loved her deeply, but she simply couldn't give him all of herself. Does love really mean choosing between loving someone and being loved? That's what she used to think. But everything changed when she saw a familiar photo in a Red Cross pamphlet, and learned that a spot had appeared in his pupil... She could only let this newborn love hibernate through the winter in Beijing, never daring to hope he would melt the ice and snow for her and wake her from her slumber.
"I'm kind of envious of you, growing up with her..."
"And I'm envious of you, getting to be by her side for the days ahead."
