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Snow is supposed to feel cold, yet it feels so warm against his skin. Is this the virtual world?
No, it doesn’t have the same design. There’s nothing to see for miles other than snow and the empty, blue sky. If snow didn’t look so pretty, the scenery would’ve been boring. This must be a dream.
Why is the snow so warm? Snow is supposed to feel cold, yet it warms up his skin.
Just like when she showed how afraid she was in front of him and he squeezed her hand. A girl who tried a plan as terrible as the one she made doesn't deserve to feel so warm, nor does a boy who committed terrible acts like him, but thanks to her, his cold body felt incredibly warm. He remembers the feeling of her warmth, even if it was just for a little.