Every woman probably experiences such a time: ordinary, obedient, well-behaved, someone without a name in the eyes of passersby, a dim star that may or may not be by his side. But it's just a phase, after which she shines like the sun-scorching, bright, but she doesn't love you anymore. Luan Nian stands in the icy snow of the northern country, the cold frosting his hair and eyebrows, his breath forming clouds: "Shang Zhitao, let's get to know each other again? Starting from our first meeting."