The world believes that snow rarely falls in summer.
They separated in high school six years ago due to a misunderstanding, and the two of them walked away from each other.
Classmates reunited at a wine bar, and under the polite exchanges, old feelings surged.
Travel through the evening breeze and hugs of youth, and untie the knots in your heart that have persisted for years.
Falling in love again across the long years.
It turns out that in midsummer, their snow will eventually come.
Straightforward × Want to save face
A short story about broken mirrors and reunions
Concept: Summer will also have its own snow