They hadn't seen each other for ten months. They didn't talk or even have any news of each other. When her longing for him surged, she could only take out his photo and look at it secretly. At night, she would place the photo under her pillow. This way, it was as if she was snuggling up to him. She could almost feel his body temperature and hear his heartbeat. It was as if their separation was just yesterday…
The snow was a little heavy. When the wind blew, it was so cold that it felt like it could destroy everything in the world. Ye Jian, who was standing on the snow and looking up in front, raised her hand to wipe the snow off her face. Then, she raised her feet and walked toward the political commissar's office.
She wondered how the weather was on his side.
Was the sun shining brightly? Or was it raining heavily? Or was it snowing heavily?
She wondered if he had lost weight or gotten tanned. Was he safe?
