On the mountain peak, the young man gazed at the boundless snowy landscape before him. A sadness whose source he could not name welled up inside him, but the energetic shout of someone taking care of things interrupted his melancholy. “Ye, stop spacing out! The hot pot is ready!”
The young man turned toward the voice and saw three boys seated around a campfire. One looked a little impatient, while another, sitting beside him, had wrapped himself in a scarf. The boy who had called out was waving at him, and they had left an empty spot just for him. A smile touched his lips, and he ran toward the campsite…
The first one, one sentence is so embarrassing 😎