When I got back to my little room, I was still in a low spirits. And the Oriental Snow patted me on the shoulder, and she said softly, "Don't take it too seriously. Maybe in the future, when you are better at it, the disease will be cured."

I murmured, "Hello, you'll comfort me."

"No, I hate it, too." East Snow is honest.

My heart seemed to have been badly pricked by a needle. At this time, the Oriental snow pulled up her clothes, and her face turned red again. She whispered, "Hurry up, too."

I gave a hug, then took off my coat and embraced the Oriental snow face...