It was snowing again, the world was white, the eaves overhead were covered with glittering icicles, and the wind blew through the gaps between the walls, making a mournful whisper.

She stood among the rubble, looking into the distance, as if waiting for something.

The snow drifted lightly, falling on her waterfall-black hair, on her ankles, burying her feet.

Crystal snow, cold snow, snow that never stops, falling from the gray sky.

She stood there, like a lifeless ice sculpture, staring at the front consistently.

The world was lifeless, darkness covered the land, but the snow did not stop.

Little by little, the snow drowned her and turned her into a snowman.

There was a layer of frost on her face, and her skirt was as hard as solidified cement.

Day after day went on, and finally it was sunny, and the cold white light shone on her body, melting the frost on her face, and like peeling a shell, she peeled off her clothes and the frozen ice on her body.

Today, she received a hug.

What does it feel like to be hugged?

Probably only the person who hugs, and the person who is embraced.

But the snow began to fall again, and in the darkness the wind howled, and the blizzard blew on her face.

When the soft snow hits her face, does it hurt like a blade scraping on her face?

She stood in the snow, in a world without light, still waiting for the day when the snow would stop.

On this day, she received a bouquet of flowers, a very beautiful bouquet of plums, the flowers bloomed on the branches, and the bare branches could bear such beautiful flowers, and there was a good smell of refreshment.

She piled up the pale snow, and the little snowball rolled and became unspeakable

The two snowballs were piled together, and she put two plum branches on either side of the snowball, stuffed the stones into the snowball, inserted a red crayon, and a cone-shaped barricade covered the round snowball.

She stood on tiptoe and wrapped her scarf around the place where the two snowballs overlapped, as if that way they would be together forever.

Something was missing, a black yarn that pulled an upward arc on the small snowball.

It's amazing that this loose snow came to life and turned into a snowman, and the fat snowman stood there, smiling at her.

Then, the world fell silent again.

She looked up at the sky, at the falling snow.

After waiting for a long time, she hugged the poor, lonely snowman, buried her head in its scarf, and closed her eyes quietly.

On this day, there was no snow.

She shook off the snowflakes off her body, straightened her skirt and hair, and stood in front of the door.

But nothing waited.

The day after that day, there was no snow either.

Holding a crumbling plastic base in her palm, she looked at the snow, where the snowman had collapsed early, collapsing in a heavy snowfall, and the wind blew its body away, turning it back into ethereal gravel and dust.

On the third day, it was still sunny.

She stood in the sunlight, silently and obediently looking into the distance, but even the sunlight lost its color.

She took a step forward, looked back at the ruins behind her, and looked down at the plastic base in her palm.

The glass is broken, and there is no way to put it back together, and it can't be put back together.

There is nothing eternal and unchanging in this world, and broken glass is broken.

Even if you keep waiting, the glass shards won't put it back together on their own to make a complete crystal ball.

By the end of the day, she had gone back to the ruins, and she had put together the many books she had, and kept them in order as she thought they could.

She put the turquoise bead that would glow in the night in a drawer, and put away the chain that glittered in the sun.

She is like a traveler who is ready to go out, taking care of her belongings little by little, and everyone who goes out will carefully check the water and electricity switches in the house, close the doors and windows, and make up her mind not to come back for a long time.

She has a pitiful amount of luggage, no suitcase, no travel bag, just a pocket to fit.

Before dark, she walked out, took one last look back, waved her little hand at the closed door, and set out on her journey.

But where do you want to go? She slammed around, walked east and west, and finally came back and stood in front of the door.

Maybe it's because I'm afraid, I'm afraid that if I really go far, I won't be able to come back.

She had been wandering around the neighborhood all night, and she didn't know how many times she had hesitated in front of the door.

On the fourth day, the snow began to fall again.

Her nose was dotted with a little white, and she seemed to have finally made up her mind, and this time she walked away without looking back.

The snow was piled up on the ground so thick, so thick that it covered her knees.

The outside world is so strange, so pale, so cold.

The world in her eyes is gray and white, and all things and stars have no color.

She moved forward in the blizzard, not knowing where to go, so she walked forward, she was so small, in the snow and ruins, like a grain of rice.

The scenery around her never seemed to change, no matter where she went, it was the same, the same gray-white, the same snow.

She seemed to be lost, trapped in this white world.

She couldn't figure out where to go or where to go.

But she still hasn't looked back, because she decided to leave, and she won't look back.

No matter how long she has to walk, she will keep walking until one day she gets to where she wants to go, and then she will not stop.

There was another whisper in her ears, which she always ignored.

She pressed the pause button for herself, pressed the mute button, and walked alone in the wind and snow.

She walked for a long, long time, bumping around, and when she was tired, she sat under the eaves, hugged her slender legs, and rested with her back against the cold wall.

Everything is meaningless to her, she is indifferent to anything else, she only cares about what she cares about, and other than that, it's all blank.

She gently dusted off her body, and the metal fell to the ground with a crisp thud.

She shook her head, and was in the wrong place again.

After a short period of noise, the world was quiet again, and suddenly a lot of things poured into her mind, she didn't want to think, she didn't want to think about things too complicated, so the voice appeared.

"There's nothing you're looking for here."

A soft female voice said to her.

She nodded and continued her journey.

She will continue to go until the world returns to color.

"Until the world returns to color, I will accompany you all the way."

"If you're tired, leave it to me, because I was born for you."

She was indeed a little tired and wanted to sleep for a while.

If you open your eyes and only see the gray and white world, it will be too boring.

"Then please get some rest, a good night's sleep."

(End of Volume 2)