C127 At Least Three Years to Wait

He pulled my hand back. "It's snowing."

I couldn't tell if he was helping me or if I was helping him. I walked along the back door of the Fragrant Sky Tower. He was pressing me down. The carriage behind him was following me closely.

I like the snow so much. I look up, greedily.

"You like the snow." he whispered into my ear with a faint smile.

Heh, he must have been drunk