C299 Snow Whistling

"This snow really doesn't stop …"

Hearing the chirping sound of the snow under my feet, I struggled to walk forward while muttering to myself. It had been half an hour since he had left the house. However, the snowflakes that had been flying about since morning did not seem like they were going to stop even now.

At first, I was excited about the idea of my hair being dyed white by the snow