The Fog in Jiangcheng Hides Unsaid Love

In the autumn wind of Jiangcheng, I met him——a small one, clumsy but cute. We are both naughty people, teasing and relying on each other, but carefully keeping a distance. Our love for him flows quietly like an underground river, warm and sad. These are the glimmering years of two boys, where secret love, loneliness and growth are quietly intertwined. The snow in winter will always melt, but the snowflakes from that year never melted in my heart...