“Don’t cry.” With the first snow of the year as my witness, I promised something. I will be with you and we will walk out of this cold night, this most difficult part of our lives. There isn’t any hardship that is impassable; there is no darkness that reaches the end of the world. “As long as we are hand in hand, heading forward together. ” It was noon after a rainy morning. It was a meeting filled with humidity. At the beginning, no one had thought that two lives on parallel trajectories would suddenly change tracks and converge. He is a driver who lives with his autistic brother. She is a cold and aloof reporter. He is like a winter cedar on the mountain, Inconspicuous, monetarily worthless, but deep and tenacious. She is more like a lonely and straight beam of light, She knows the coldness of life, but she has never given up on grasping the wheel of fate in her own hands. She is greedy for his inherently solid and rough existence. She also knew that behind him was the darkness of a fate she had been trying to escape all of her life. However, in the inadvertent breeze, who loved first? Who, after countless hesitations and sighs, decided to surrender to their heart? Did they advance and retreat together, hold hands, turn around to meet their fate? If we can’t say goodbye with a smile, Is it possible to hug each other closely and jointly resist the cold torrent of this world?