It snowed during the night. The snow was so heavy that it almost collapsed his roof.
He didn't know why, looking at the vast night snow, he wanted to go out.
He went out holding a lamp in the cold night, and the snowflakes seemed to have souls, falling on his ink clothes and refusing to leave.
He suddenly remembered that many years ago, on a snowy night like this, someone knocked on his door...
A short story written by the author when he was in high school. It may be bad in every aspect, so don't scold me.
Concept: The snow has melted.
