Wait Until the Snow Falls

Will the sun be warm tomorrow? Xu Zixin huddled in a dark corner. She could feel that the abyss was always there. The sunlight was stinging and cold, which made her shrink even more. There was no hope. Everything here disgusted her. She survived the first half of her life like this, but just when the cold knife was about to penetrate her white and tender wrist, the biting cool wind stirred up the rain, and a black umbrella blocked the greedy god of death. The cracks in time and space between the two of them began to widen as they looked at each other, "Who are you?" "I don't know... Maybe, I am you." The young man's smile was too open and unrestrained, covering the girl's retreat path, "Go forward, you don't need to look back." "The sunshine on the road ahead is brighter than mine..."