Song runs very fast in July. She almost seems to be running for her life, but this is different from running for her life. Running for her life is panic, but now she is happy. Just because the pace was getting closer and closer, she could see more and more clearly that his handsome face was getting closer and closer in the white air and the glare of the snow.

And in the distance, he stood, only to see her galloping.

is a group of figures, treading on the snow, a step of footprints left traces.

Song's mind is blank at the moment in July. She runs all the time....