Walking through the alley.
The road wasn't very wide, the snow on the ground had been shoveled to the sides, but another layer had fallen, and various footprints left marks.
Her hair was blown into a mess, with some strands falling beside her face. A wisp of hair in her peripheral vision was dusted with snowflakes, which melted into water after she watched them for a few seconds.
"Brother, are you going to the pretty sister's house? I saw you two together last time."
"Hmm."
"Brother, can you give the pretty sister a flower for me? She's so beautiful, I really like her, and I'm going to marry her someday."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because we're romantic rivals."
The young, tender voice and the mature, deep voice rose and fell together in the wind and snow, intertwining.
It was quite amusing.
Nora Scott stopped at the corner, taking a glance sideways.
