A Cup of Spring

He was like an immortal untouched by the mortal world, always giving people a clean, almost unreal feeling. Zhao Xiao said he was snow, snow that only Lu Ming could melt.

"Zhang Zhike!" He stood at the mouth of the alley. At the sound of her clear, bright call, he spotted a girl in a white down jacket running toward him and throwing herself into his arms. In the long, endless night, she was his only light.