The winter of Hokkaido

In fact, what she wanted has never really been much

She spent so long, from her youthful and innocent girlhood, always chasing after his footsteps, but in the end? If she devoted her heart completely, only to end up with countless scars, has she been too foolish over these six years?

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In the frigid cold approaching minus forty degrees, she was trapped in the boundless expanse of pure white snow, like a mottled shadow, incongruously languishing. Her breathing, initially heavy, gradually became lighter, then slowly diminished to the point of being almost inaudible.

Will he know, far on the other side of the Earth

If she really died, would he be sad

However, he has never shown her a trace of concern, not even a faint hint, and is stingy in giving it. The gaze with which he looks at her is devoid of warmth, just like this bone-chilling snowy expanse. Perfectly white, with an impeccable surface, yet it rejects the entry of all life.

Why did the last glance he cast at her make her feel colder than this snowfield?

With such thoughts, my heart was exceptionally calm. Perhaps it was the coldness and the stillness of the surroundings that caused both my thoughts and my heart to be frozen together

A bright, white, and crystal-clear world, resembling a white desert and a white ocean, boundless in extent, with the sky reflecting a transparent blue and white hue

It has already become so cold, yet the thoughts cannot seem to cease

Lifting her gaze, apart from the sentinel-like conifers and the books, she could see nothing else.

If she were to die like this, in this distant land, in this unfamiliar snowy expanse

If she really died here, if the news of her death reached his ears, would he... ? ... Would he feel, even just a little, sad?

Hokkaido, February in the harsh winter, the northern slope of Asahidake Mountain.