My Love for You Is More Than Half Sincere

Was his love fate for her or was it intentional? She was so afraid of cooling down, yet she died in the winter she feared the most... But by the time he knew it, it was already too late. The snow was so cold that winter, and the wind was biting and blowing on his face. The scraping caused a bone-chilling pain. But the pain on his face was far less than the pain in his heart of losing his lover. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.