Hanmei picked up the snow, rubbed it with the snow water melted by her body temperature, and took away the dark red blood on her hands. The snow water fell on his purple robe little by little.
"Look, it's clean this way."
"Everything can be washed clean by water, and so can we."
He hugged Zhaer tiredly, his chest wet with tears across the heavy snow.
Intention: Seek light, become light, lose light