She was still wearing the student uniform from the play, with a large coat draped over it. The white fur around the collar made her face look even more delicate and fair. When she smiled occasionally, her slightly drooping eyes gave her an especially innocent and pure appearance.
Someone had piled up snow half a person tall, and while Jack Stewart was away, they had all lazily started building snowmen and having snowball fights.
She just sat on the side and watched, seemingly finding it amusing. Her slender and pale wrist extended from her sleeve as she leaned over to scoop up the snow from the ground.
The chilly air pierced straight into her palms, but she found it particularly interesting. She scrutinized it carefully in the sunlight, then formed it into a ball and lightly threw it at the crew member closest to her.
Everyone was having fun, and when Hannah joined in, the play became even wilder.
