Chapter 270

The wind whistled past my ears.

Without thinking, she glanced at Miss Liang, who was holding an umbrella beside her, and looked at her dark pupils and her attractive beauty mark.

The other person had the face of a cold beauty.

Even when she smiles, she is very serene and restrained, making one wonder what she is thinking.

So, what is Haihara herself thinking?

As she walked across the streets and over the bridges, she saw the frozen river, moved away from the streets where children were playing, and finally came to a quiet, shady path.

She gazed at the scene silently, recalling some memories from the past.

It's not a memory worth mentioning.

It wasn't a very deep impression.

I just remembered it by chance.

It might have been when she was just starting elementary school, or maybe she wasn't even that old. She was a dull and taciturn little girl. Although her memory was vague, she remembered that she had almost no friends. While others were playing, she would watch them from a corner, feeling lonely and bitter.

Because some people said her eyes were scary, she earnestly asked her mother to buy her a pair of glasses that covered her eyes, thinking that might make her more popular.

I did wear glasses, but it didn't make me any more friends. Instead, I was sometimes teased for being an old-fashioned girl with glasses.

Let's forget about it then.

She doesn't care what others say.

So that winter, she played alone in the Snowfield wearing her glasses. The melting snow seeped into her gloves, making Haihara's hands feel a little cold.

All you can do here is build Snowman.

However, she really had no interest in Snowman.

She'd rather have a snowball fight.

After all, throwing snowballs at people is a lot of fun.

She has the confidence that she won't lose.

At that time, she believed she had a few friends, one of whom was a mysterious and strange blonde older sister. It was the first time she had ever seen a woman with such long hair, but her memory of her face was somewhat vague; she only remembered that she was very, very beautiful.

However, she wasn't sure if she was dreaming.

Even now, Haihara doesn't know if that older sister was just her imagination, since the older sister disappeared after she became aware of things.

Later, it only appeared in her lewd dreams.

Perhaps they're just friends in my imagination.

But she still held onto her own imagined impressions.

In Haihara's own memory, she was always lonely and out of place with others, which was also her own fault. She was unremarkable in appearance, didn't like to talk, and her studies were really not good.

Just like every time she squatted in a lonely corner, sitting by the basketball hoop, watching the boys play basketball on the court and the girls play house on the playground, she hoped that someone would come to find her.

Perhaps someone will appear.

She only had enough strength and energy to build a small Snowman, but she wanted to build Snowman, so she worked on it for a long time and only managed to build a skinny lower body.

Before we knew it, it was getting dark.

The place where she played in the snow was very close to her home, and her family ate dinner very late, so she didn't have to worry about getting home late.

When Haihara was a child, she sat down next to her Snowman, which was only half a corpse, after she felt tired.

As night fell, snowflakes drifted down.

It landed on the little girl's black hair and hat.

She cradled her pale, frostbitten cheeks in her hands, her dark pupils misted with tears. Yet, the little girl remained expressionless, like a quiet, frail doll, silently awaiting her fate as she was swallowed by the snow.

The little girl exhaled a puff of white breath, her pupils faintly reflecting the falling snowflakes and white mist.

As the hazy white mist dissipated, a figure appeared in my pupils.

She raised her head, looking somewhat drowsy.

"Is it just the same person again?"

That was the woman who often appeared in Haihara's dreams, with long, light-gold hair and a quiet floral fragrance. She always wore pure white clothes, just like this snowy day, making her very attractive.

Although this woman always says some strange things.

Just like Mom said, be wary of strange adults.

"Um."

She nodded calmly.

"Shall I come keep you company? Whatever you want, whatever you want to do, I'll give it to you."

The woman had a captivating, bright smile that seemed out of place on a snowy day. To be honest, Haihara didn't particularly like that kind of smile; it was like sunshine.

However, that older sister was really nice.

And she was indeed very lonely.

Seeing that she remained silent, the woman continued:

"Do you want to Snowman? I'll help you build a bigger one."

As she was building a Snowman all by herself, this older sister appeared once again.

Women don't speak like they're coaxing children.

They treated her like an adult, or at least someone her age, which Haihara found very strange.

But she just shook her head.

I want to have a snowball fight.

"Snowball fight?"

"It's like hitting someone with a snowball; you can hit me with a snowball too."

A child's snowball is probably no different from an adult's.

If she had them, Haihara could take off her gloves and make snowballs with her bare hands, which would freeze the snowballs and make them hurt more when she hits someone.

Just kidding.

After that, the woman seemed somewhat worried and troubled.

Did they end up having a snowball fight together?

However, the loneliness that was initially felt was probably less painful with that woman's company.

Later, until she was old enough to understand, that woman would always appear at various times and in various places, as long as there was no one else around, like Fairies or some other beautiful thing from an animation.

Unconsciously, they also began to rely on each other.

When she realized it was all a Phantasmal Dream, her first thought was, if she stayed in the Snowfield at night again, would that older sister still appear?

When she was eight or nine years old, and then eleven or twelve, Haihara still had no new friends, and of course, the friends she imagined had also disappeared.

Haihara also realized that she probably wouldn't find any friends, and no one would take the initiative to reach out to her.

She gradually got used to this situation.

However, unexpectedly, she found herself a playmate.

A girl even more dull and naive than her, who seemed easy to bully, Haihara realize how others perceived her.

When the cold winter arrived, one weekend, she was in the open Snowfield with a girl named Kougami Kage. At first, the two of them were silent, just gazing at the snowy night scene.

Kougami Kage's family seems to be very wealthy.

This family seems to have very strict parenting.

But Kougami Kage stayed outside with her until night. Haihara watched as Kougami Kage silently stared at her, looking somewhat cold.

Let me explain first.

Although both are children with dark pasts, Kougami is different from her in that Kougami is very cute and has excellent grades.

Her cold demeanor made her seem like an unapproachable, aloof, and beautiful girl, which ironically attracted many boys who liked to tease or make fun of her in an attempt to attract Kougami's attention.

Haihara was very annoyed, so she drove all of them away and never succeeded in getting what she wanted.

This made her reputation even worse.

But at this point, it doesn't matter anymore.

Haihara noticed that Kougami Kage was watching her, but she didn't say anything. She just silently built Snowman. Now that she was a little older, she had no problem building a Snowman by herself.

Time passed by, second by second.

The surrounding lights were dim, the stars in the sky twinkled faintly, and the lights illuminated the silhouettes of two little girls in the snow.

Finally, it's stacked up.

The little girl with glasses looked at Kougami Kage and said coldly:

"It's stacked up."

Her tone was a little scary.

However, a rare hint of curiosity flickered in Kougami Kage's indifferent gaze. She answered briefly, just as she would when chatting with others:

"What's this?"

"This is for you."

Xiao Haihara pointed to the cute Snowman, which she had sculpted based on the Magic girl who piloted a robot that Kougami really liked.

What was it called again?

It seems to be Kameyu.

"For me?"

Kougami Kage, as cold as an iceberg, paused for a rare moment, her expression blank. She slowly blinked and then looked at the Snowman.

Kougami Kage's eyes reflected the not-so-good-looking Snowman.

After a while, a faint blush appeared on her fair face, as if she had been frozen to the bone.

"Uh-huh."

Haihara nodded.

Then, Kougami Kage couldn't help but curiously lean closer to look at the Snowman. Although the child's technique was clumsy, she found it cute and beautiful.

She reached out and touched the Snowman, but her ungloved hand was too cold, so she withdrew it after a while.

From this point onward, Kougami's hands began to stiffen.

She looked down at her frozen hands, and suddenly saw a pair of pale, slender hands grasp her cold ones.

Kougami Kage raised his head and saw that Haihara had taken off her gloves at some point and was covering herself with her bare hands.

The girl named Lily didn't seem to find anything wrong with it; she looked at herself calmly.

Your hands are cold.

Then, Lily took a hand and touched the little girl's cheek, her delicate, tender face, which had become somewhat dry and cold in the chill.

"But my face feels a little hot, could I be catching a cold?"

The other person's voice was low, hoarse, and cold, yet it still retained a childlike innocence.

Kougami Kage stared blankly at the expressionless girl in front of her. Her slender and delicate neck, her beautiful black pupils, and the color of her lips were also very endearing.

After a while, Kougami Kage lowered his head, Haihara lowered her hand, and the two returned to silence.

Haihara wondered if she had done something to embarrass Kougami.

Kougami Kage took a long time to calm down.

Under the snowy night sky, after regaining her composure, Kougami Kage suddenly remembered something. When she looked at the Snowman again, her gaze was slightly melancholy.

She said reluctantly: