"Pah!" Aoi Matsudou slapped her for the first time in her life, with a loud sound.
"Damn it, weren't you dreaming?!" The pain on her face made her wake up immediately. Wearing a pair of cool summer pajamas, standing in the woods with heavy snow and cold wind, Aoi Shoto's face was full of despair.
"What evil have I done?" Shoto Aoi felt her feet buried in the thick snow gradually lose consciousness, as if foreshadowing her tragic fate in the ice and snow. "I don't envy at all the victorious life of a beautiful man in the novel surrounded by glory, wealth and love. Really, I just want to lie in my air-conditioned room and be a salty fish!"
Aoi Shoto, who later survived, said: "It smells so good."