The night lights shrouded the silent streets, and the white snowflakes fell gently, gently touching people's heads, cheeks, and clothes.
Opening his mouth, he exhaled a wisp of dense white mist, "Gule, I've been thinking, if I could have contacted you in a different way and made friends with you, would the ending between the two of us have been better?"
The girl's cheeks were a little red, and her eyes were clear. "What if in this world? Well, even if there is, I will not change, and you will not change. Even if the way we meet changes, the way we get along will not change, so the ending will still be the same."
Stretch out your hand, catch a piece of icy snow, and watch it gradually melt in the palm of your hand.
Between them, the play ends.