"Who goes there?" Tianming said as he gripped the hands around his waist, brightly smiling.

"The person in your heart," said the clear voice.

Even though he was in a sea of snow, a spring-like warmth washed over him. "There's a lot of people in my heart, you know. Which one are you?" He grabbed her hands and pulled her closer. She was just as soft and gentle as before. They hadn't met for a long time, but with her around, his worries seemed to melt in an instant.

"How many people are in your heart?" she said, pouting.

"Tens of thousands, at least."

"Hmph, your eyes must have issues. Those...