When The Snow Falls In Autumn

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Rivers may vanish, but ink marks endure.

Deep within the stacks of ancient paper hides a vanished river named “Qingrui,” and a twenty-year-long, unspoken approach.

Ling Xueqing’s world is defined by the millimeter-precise restoration table, the fragile fibers of ancient texts, and the river in her mother’s memory that can no longer be found. She uses rationality and restraint to seal herself off, becoming a flawless specimen, until the girl who always sleeps by the window in the afternoon repeatedly intrudes upon her meticulously ordered existence.

Ye Qiulan’s world consists of the labels on her father’s medicine bottles, the frayed edges of a difficult life, and the hours spent holding her breath while restoring ancient books. She is accustomed to existing quietly on the margins until she discovers that the cold, clear gaze fixed upon her carries a warmth unlike any other.

From a chance brush of fingertips across an oak library table to a difficult confession of a heavy past in a rainy warehouse; from a fictional river on an old map to a blurred private seal in a late Qing Dynasty genealogy—they clumsily learn how to approach each other amidst the paper and dust.

When they finally gather the courage, they touch perhaps more than just each other’s hands. They touch the “Qingrui” that disappeared into time, and the unnamed spring at the river’s end.

Raw Novel Name: 雪落秋闌時