The dead vines in the snow wrapped around Nanxi's feet like monsters, and Nanxi's ears turned red. There was a circle around his eyes, and he felt aching.
Someone came through the snow. The crowds were separated. Cut through the noise of words. He gently pulled Nancy up, tightening her scarf tighter and tighter, flicking the snow off her body.
He was very tall, reaching only his shoulders. Dimly, Nan Xi saw a vivid warm orange in the white snow.