That winter, the snow fell unusually early.
Lin Shen stood in the hospital corridor, watching the swirling snowflakes outside the glass window, and suddenly thought of that other snowy night three years ago. Back then, he never could have imagined that this encounter would become the most beautiful yet cruel beginning of his life.
It was an ordinary workday, and Lin Shen had worked late. The company was some distance from the subway station, so he wrapped his coat tightly around himself and walked briskly home. The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and there were almost no pedestrians on the street. Just then, he heard a faint whimper.
Chapter 160