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It was still snowing when they stepped out of the tunnel, but it was no longer as strong as the previous day.
Mark stared at the girl who was playing with the snow. She looked like an angel with her snow-white hair and peerlessly beautiful facial features.
While staring at her, a certain name came to his mind. "Gwenaelle…" He muttered.
His voice wasn't loud, but the white-haired girl heard it. She turned her head and looked at him with curiosity. "Did you say something?" She asked.
Mark walked towards her and stopped when he was only a meter away. He still didn't dare look into her face for too long so he looked away and stared at the falling snow. "You don't have a name, right?"
The girl shook her head, feeling a bit lonely. "Mn."
"Your hair is as white as snow and your beauty is out of this world. How about I give you the name Gwenaelle?"
The girl looked up to him in surprise as she muttered. "Gwenaelle?"
