In winter, heavy snow rolls in the sky, and the sun cannot find its home. There are rows of people on the street, wearing short clothes and buns, as if it is summer.
The crystal snowflakes melted into the heat wave of the crowd and became a drop of water in the human stream. Rivers of people surged down every road, shaking the earth heavily.
Until, a burst of green light loomed behind the snow. Everyone stopped, raised their heads in unison, and began to sing the praises of the green light.
The child's cry broke the silence, and the only group of people not participating in the parade stared at the child. Her obsidian eyes sunk into the thick bedding. The mother stood up and hugged her.
"Aurora? What do you think of this name?"
"No, I just think she is not what I imagined..." The man's eyes were half-suspended, and he only stared at them once, "She was born on the Winter Festival, Aurora is the most suitable." After the words fell, the dim room became less crowded, and everyone walked out.
Sierra hugged her daughter tightly. Facing the quiet room, she just wanted to immerse herself in the warmth in her hands.
"Aurora, Aurora, Aurora..."
Purpose: Outsider