You are a famous writer who writes novels, you have written about love, but you have never really been in love with anyone, of course, you have had boyfriends before, but they were all an empty place for you, you were just waiting for the one.

There was a blizzard and snowfall in the early morning, the new year is approaching, and you still live alone, but this does not upset you.

You were walking down the street in a warm down jacket, you were heading to the store to buy some book covers and even more ink for the printer.

There was perfect silence, or rather, only the sound of a blizzard could be heard when the snow crunched underfoot... Everything was calm until someone shouted your name.

You turned around and saw a guy running towards you like crazy. The guy ran up to you and shook your hand, but did not let go of it and continued to shake your fragile palm.

"Hello! My name is Kung Lao, I am your fan! You should know how much I love your novels and poems!" The guy was chatting, smiling broadly at you, and continuing to shake your hand.