Shuanghe Village.
Xu Nianhua sat by the window translating books. She had already translated more than half of it, but now, she couldn't focus at all. She gazed out the window, always feeling that the person she longed for day and night would appear in the next moment.
They hadn't met for half a month, and didn't even have time for a phone call. She was busy translating manuscripts every day, so she didn't really notice. But as the agreed time approached, the longing she had hidden away started to grow wildly.
Until today, with the delay, the worry in her heart grew deeper.
Outside the house, it was a world of white. In the distance, the ever-green bamboo on the mountain had bent under the weight of the heavy snow.
