The sky had already darkened silently, which was normal in the shortest day of winter, and a cold wind blew. Kamiya Kuri shrank his face into his collar, feeling a sense of futile comfort.
The lights on the street had long been on in the afterglow of the setting sun, with a blurry halo. With the movement of the lights, the brown scarf was illuminated with warmth and wrapped around Kamiyari's head in circles. neck.
Is that what you’re looking forward to?
His slender fingers brushed the other person's slightly red cheeks, and his voice was soft, "I was thinking about tomorrow, but I didn't expect you to be so looking forward to it."
The snow on the branches suddenly fell down. Kamiya Kuri suddenly came to his senses, hooked the other person's palm with his little finger, and took two steps forward, "Because they are your family." Mainly "yours".
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