Huang Zitao was a miserable soul. He lost the love of his life, in a way worse than death.

Zitao could’ve prevented them from splitting, unlike death, which can’t be stopped. He could’ve been a better guy so her parents would like him. He could’ve kept his promise of “forever.”

He didn’t.

Now, time has passed, people have left, people have arrived. Seasons come and go, as do the many pains of Zitao’s heart. They say time heals wounds.

No. It’s been 7 long years, and he is definitely not healed.

He stands in an empty field with snow coating the ground in a layer of glistening white. The weather has his lips turning blue, but Zitao doesn't care. He turns back time with his pendant wrapped around his freezing hand, just to see her beautiful smile once more.