Oh, my God, the scripts are all out. You have to let me think about it. I don't have any ideas now. If you are interested, please feel free to pay attention. I'll add it to the answer when I think it over.

As usual, let's start with the simplified version:

One day, Xue Rongrong saw Bingdun staring at the starry sky alone.

Xue Rongrong: Bingdundun, what's wrong with you? What's on your mind?

Bingdundun: The snow has melted. I have always wondered why everyone says I am a panda with an ice shell, but no one says you are a candle with a red shell.

The new play has been written;

The new story of ice shield and snow melting library