He made him a pot of tea and he sat there with the door open behind him.
He's waiting for him.
The snow outside the window was floating happily, and it was reflected on the glass of the cabinet next to it.
It was as if he could smell the snow. Is he here?
He remembered, he said, that when it snowed, they would drink tea and chat. In the snow, he will tell him how much he loves him. The most romantic moments are like this, right?
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