The next morning, the sun shone into the room.
Mrs. Hoshimi opened the bedroom door and immediately saw Fujiwara Reya sprawled lazily on the sofa like a little dog, sleeping. Although the air conditioning in the living room wasn't on, the temperature was cool, giving off a wintry feel.
She glanced around.
In the corner behind the sofa against the wall stood an air conditioner shell made from two cardboard boxes.
Through the blinds-like vents, one could faintly see a pair of blue eyes, looking at the slumbering, heartless owner on the sofa with graceful sorrow.
"Using a Snow Woman as an air conditioner, no one else but him would do this..." Mrs. Hoshimi lifted her hand, her white fingers rubbing her forehead. Then she walked over and gracefully, enchantingly, knelt in front of the sofa.
The sunlight was fierce, casting shadows of bangs across the boy's forehead.
