Chapter 1
On our wedding anniversary, Arthur Menzie came home with Tiffany Perkins.
The woman in his arms was covered in mud, but
his usual obsession with cleanliness seemed to
vanish.
“Arthur, there are so many people watching. I can walk on my own; you don’t need to carry me,” Tiffany said with a coy tone, though her eyes remained fixed on me.
It was a challenge from a conqueror.
“It’s pouring outside. Just stay here,” Arthur said firmly, then turned to me, “Carina, you don’t
mind, do you?”
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He knew I wouldn’t refuse, just as I had indulged him throughout our years of marriage.
I tightened my grip. Inside, there were the divorce papers.
He refused to sign them.
Tiffany twisted her ankle, and he couldn’t
bear to let her down, so he carried her to
the bedroom, just like on the night we were
married.
Later, Tiffany’s sugary, affected voice filled the
room.
The reckless sounds of their pleasure pierced my eardrums.
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I felt a feverish haze, and in my delirium, I dreamt of a winter from many years ago.
Back then, my family hadn’t gone bankrupt yet, and I was a capricious girl living in a honeyed world.
I had fallen ill but still insisted on seeing snow, so my mother kept me at home.
Fortunately, many people admired me, and those boys would gather around me, drinking and toasting in a haze of luxury.
But I was fixated on the snow and remained
unhappy.
They would try to soothe me with gentle words.
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Yet, I was too indifferent to give them any favor.
At that time, my arrogance was such that even my sulking face looked appealing, and they eagerly approached, their faces smirking despite the scolding.
I had no choice but to pout and remain silent.
Turning my face away, I suddenly saw the vast snowfall outside the huge floor–to–ceiling
window.
On the several–meter–high roof, young Arthur poked his small face out from behind a burlap sack, pulling out snowballs, crushing them, and tossing them into the air.
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He had spent the night gathering snow from the mountains, dressed in thin clothes, his ears and fingers red and swollen from the cold.
He looked at me with a smile and said, “Cary, how about it? Are you a little happier now?”
I scolded him for getting himself frozen and sniffling, but he didn’t mind at all.
“Cary, as long as it makes you happy, I don’t mind freezing to death in the mountains.”
My heart softened, and I gently took his hand.
Arthur’s hand felt electric, trembling slightly.
I slowly woke from the dream to find Arthur sitting by my bedside.
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Still immersed in that dream, I whispered, “Arthur, let’s go see the snow.”
Arthur gazed at me for a long while before speaking:
“Carina, what are you up to this time?”
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