I Brought Home a Little Brother? Boyfriend?

Antarctica, above the endless glaciers. He appeared without warning, like an elf carved from ice and snow. The sunshine gave him a golden edge, his skin was crystal white, and his eyes were so clear that there was no trace of impurities. The smile at the corner of her mouth, with its little dimples, was innocent and beguiling. His fingertips couldn't help but touch the slightly cool cheek. The next second - he suddenly opened his eyes! His smile instantly became bold and lively, and he grabbed my hand. The palms of my hands were actually hot! Unable to break away, he pulled me and ran towards the direction of the sun, towards the sun that never sets. The sound of the cold wind, the splashing ice crystals, his burning palms and the flying laughter... This is "Picking up a younger brother?" Boyfriend? The image that first exploded in my mind in "Going Home" was a pure and confusing dream that became the starting point of all stories. Is that boy on the glacier a younger brother who needs to be protected, or a destined lover? The boundaries have long been blurred.

Looks good, everyone is doing well.