It's another snowy night.
Looking up at the sky, it's clearly dark, yet the falling snowflakes are visible, fluttering down like feathers.
The world merges into a gray expanse, and a small electric scooter is moving along the river dam, flanked by endless gray.
Snow always brings about a feeling of desolation and loneliness, especially when you are alone in a foreign place.
Ever since graduating from college, every time it snows, Jiang Ning always recalls his childhood, when everyone would laughingly run outside, and the snowflakes would carry their laughter far away. But later on, only the silence and the blankness remained.
"It's snowing, it's snowing, Jiang Ning, it's snowing!" Xue Yuantong's clear voice rang out as she raised her little hand, trying to catch a snowflake.
The snowflake landed in her palm and turned into icy water in an instant, making her palm feel cold.
