It's still that narrow alley, no car can drive in, so he parked the car outside the alley, then got off and walked into the alley.
The stone road in the entire alley was covered in snow; the heart-stirring green moss that grew on it in the summer was no longer visible.
Atlas Hallow's strides were not large, there was an umbrella in the car but he didn't take it, snowflakes fell on his broad shoulders, impressively cinematic and moving.
Atlas Hallow liked the feeling of cold because the low temperature always kept one clear-headed, but Charlotte Miller preferred warmth. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't even have the heat on in his room, let alone a fireplace, but she liked it.
She liked it to be warm everywhere, then curl up on the sofa in a wide robe reading a book; this way, it was also convenient for them both to wear less clothing.
Thinking of her, his heart would leap like the flames in the fireplace, burning almost to suffocation...
