Feathery snow swirled in the west wind and landed on Changzheng's nose. He tilted his head back as he strolled, gently holding up a snowflake and waiting for it to melt. Like most nobles and ministers from the Southern Lands, he was enamored with snow, much as the sun is with the polar regions. Changzheng stepped beneath the shade of a snow-covered pine, intending to rest for a while. But as soon as he lowered his head, a black-haired girl came into view. She wore a kimono, its plain white fabric touched with pale blue. The fair skin visible at her hairpin and collar caught Changzheng's attention. He drew closer. Her petite figure and familiar fragrance convinced him that the person wrapped in layers of silk was the one he had once promised to share a life of mutual devotion with. The four characters of "Nagara Miyuki" turned over in Changzheng's throat. He did not know whether he should speak the name that had gone unmentioned for years, yet had always remained hidden in his heart.
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