"Hey, Hamano, it's really Hatsuyuki now." Urahara said quietly.
"Well, we just rang the New Year's bell." Hamano nodded in agreement.
"It is said that on the day when the first snow blooms, lovers who meet will stay together forever."
"Huh?" Hamano was slightly surprised, "Is there such a statement?"
"Well~~ I heard it from those girls when I was still in Mao~"
"... So magical?" Hamano looked up at the falling white elves, stretched out his cold hands from his sleeves and breathed, "Maybe..."
The cold fingers fell into the man's dry and warm hands. Hamano could feel the slight force coming from the fingers, with a bit of burning stubbornness.
"Maybe it's true."