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The Ninety-Ninth Snow Falls End

share time: 2026-01-04 06:05:45

Lin Xiaoman has guarded a photo studio on the old street for nine years, just waiting for Xu Zhixing's "ninety-ninth snow promise"—he once said, "When the snow falls ninety-nine times, I'll come back to marry you". This year, the deep winter snow came especially late. Until the early morning of New Year's Eve, frost finally formed on the glass. But the person pushing the door was a teenager clutching an old photo: "My brother said, when the snow stops, I have to return this to you". On the back of the photo was a terminal illness diagnosis from nine years ago. It turned out Xu Zhixing made up the "waiting for snow" lie because he was afraid of delaying her. When the ninety-ninth snow finally covered the sycamore tree at the alley entrance, Xiaoman stood in the snow holding the photo, and suddenly heard a familiar cough—Xu Zhixing stood under the streetlight with a crutch, snow on his鼻尖, his smile the same as years ago: "I've saved nine years of courage, finally daring to keep this 'never-ending' promise".

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