She felt coldness on her face all of a sudden. When she reopened her eyes, she saw snowflakes spiralling down from the sky. This was not the first snow of the year, but the first snow that she witnessed.
She reached out her hand, and a snowflake fell onto her palm. It was chilly and cold, but comfortable.
The snow is clean, right?
Without knowing how long she had been standing here, there blankets of snow had accumulated on her shoulders, her body and her hair. She sat up straight and cleaned off the snow on the gravestone. Then, she pondered over something before taking her cloak off.
She was shivering in the cold wind.
Under the fluttering of the snow, there was only her thin silhouette.
The wind almost blew into her bones, bringing her a bone-chilling kind of pain.
She covered the gravestone with her cloak. Tomorrow I'll bring you dumplings, okay? She smiled, stroking the picture that was frozen in time.
