Wait Until the Seventh Cold Winter

In Lin Wan's life, she was used to doing everything by herself. At twenty-nine years old, she is sensible, restrained, never troubles others, and quietly swallows all panic, vulnerability, and fear. She learned to say "no", learned to survive nights alone, survive illness, and survive the years when no one cared about her. Until she met Chen Yu. He is gentle, stable and always decent. He would cook for her, leave a light, prepare a pair of exclusive cotton mops, and guard the loquat tree that sprouts every year on the window sill, waiting for the spring breeze and waiting for her. But gentleness is real, and so is propriety. He always asked her: "Is there anything I can do?" She always answered him: "No." They held hands in the same warm sun, watched the same tree sprout, and felt the same warmth, but they were separated by an invisible layer of glass. She wanted to spend the panic together side by side, but he gave her watertight stability. She longs for unreserved preference, and he abides by just the right amount of tenderness. Seven winters go back and forth, love takes root, and estrangement secretly grows. It turns out that the most annoying thing is never the quarrels and separations. You are by my side, but all the most difficult moments in my life have to be endured alone. Winter comes and spring goes, and loquats bear fruit every year. Some people have seen spring with you countless times, but have never entered your winter.