It's still vaguely summer, but snowflakes are falling...
I just remember waking up surrounded by golden flowers...
Someone held his hand...
"Go back." He was obviously a stranger, but his commanding tone was unquestionable.
"I want to see this snow and these flowers again, they are rare, aren't they?"
"No matter how beautiful this flower is, it will soon freeze to death." The other party's voice was very indifferent. Without listening to his excuse, he squatted down, picked up his thin body, and whispered, "It would be great to keep you away from these, if possible."
Strange tenderness...