O Profundo Afeto da Primavera

Winter on the Polar Island was particularly harsh. A heavy snow had just fallen, blanketing everything in endless white, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Wen Zhi had come to Polar Island for two months to see the aurora. As soon as she got off the plane, she received a voice message from Shen Nianchi on WeChat: “Waiting for you at the exit of Parking Lot D. Be careful.”

After four years, hearing his voice again, Wen Zhi stood in front of the baggage carousel, lost in thought for a long time before putting her phone back in her bag. She pulled two suitcases and headed toward the airport exit.

Back then, her parents had died when she was in her first year of middle school. She’d been adopted by the Shen family, turning from childhood companions to pseudo siblings—not the worst outcome.

It wasn’t until she learned of his engagement to Sister Siyao that she realized her secret crush needed to end. When choosing her university, she unhesitatingly picked Jiangcheng, the farthest city from the capital, and for four years blocked all news about him. She didn’t even know when their engagement was broken.

Before coming here, she’d returned to the Shen family. Her tickets had already been booked when she found out he was also on Polar Island—and had bought a house.

A wedding house?

Soon, Wen Zhi arrived at the exit of Parking Lot D. She saw a familiar, tall figure standing with his back to her. He wore a gray coat, hands in his pockets, his posture upright and naturally exuding a cool, distant aura that was hard to ignore, tinged wit