The Initial Snow

When Yang Chuxue was ten years old, she knew about such a shining person in the world known as Shen Binghe. The young man, dressed in a blue and white school uniform, stood on the podium she had never been to before, with an uncontrollable smile on his lips. At that time, he would still be shy to the point of blushing. Xiaochu Xue thought to herself, this is really enviable and likable little boy. She didn't know that for many years to come, she would be deeply imprinted with the marks of Shen Binghe.