On the Eleventh Day of the Winter Month of That Year

Two people who like skating passed each other at a certain moment, and in just one glance, they saw redemption. - I know him, but he doesn't know me. ——I know her, but she doesn't know me. The childhood sweethearts assigned by the state grew up as they went, and stayed with each other for more than ten years. The healing and heartwarming growth story caressed the two incomplete souls. (The heroine's [diary] is interspersed in many places in the article, and the content of the diary is from the heroine's perspective.) This work is purely fictitious. The characters, stories, and groups appearing in the work are all designed for plot needs. Please do not bring them into reality.