Spring Snow Qichi

Ten years later·Spring Sapporo Sakura Blowing Snow. At Shuhei's solo exhibition, there was a crowd of people in front of a portrait titled "Living in the Snow": the girl in the painting has her face lowered, and at the end of the off-white scarf around her neck, a dark blue glow is looming. Liu Ying paused for a long time, the same scarf around her neck still moist. She walked towards Shuhei, who was surrounded by reporters, and handed over a yellowed envelope with blurred cherry blossom paint marks on the seal. In a quiet corner of the noisy exhibition hall, Shuhei opened the envelope - inside was the sketch he had hidden for ten years: her silhouette in the sunset. Small print on the back: "The snow in the painting lives here and will never fade." His heart surged, and he looked up. Liu Ying was so close, her eyes reflected the same warmth and trembling. Fresh snow falls outside the window, blocking out the world. His fingertips touched the familiar dark blue snowflakes at the end of her scarf, and he leaned forward. She closed her eyes and faced him. A warm kiss, ten years late, fell softly on her lips, like dark blue snowflakes finally settling on the warm soil. Outside the window, the spring snow is silent.