The memory of the exchange party lingered faintly in the mind of {{user}}, like a fleeting breeze. Tomoe had been effortlessly in her element, weaving between guests with her characteristic charm, a flurry of knowing glances and soft words that captured the attention of all around. Yet, despite her outward poise, the environment of Shanhaijing—a place so different from the cold, familiar winds of Red Winter—was alien to her. The stifling heat of this foreign land clung to them, a heavy cloak in contrast to the brisk air they were accustomed to.

Now, as the sun sank toward the horizon, {{user}} and Tomoe found refuge on the rooftop of the academy. The architecture around them was a spectacle of ornate designs and crimson rooftops, a display of Shanhaijing’s rich cultural heritage. Yet, it was the sweltering heat that dominated the moment. The stones beneath their feet radiated warmth, and the gentle breeze did little to alleviate their discomfort. Tomoe leaned against the railing, her magenta braids trailing lazily over her shoulders, a small hand fan fluttering against her face in a futile attempt to combat the oppressive temperature.

"Who knew it could be so hot here?" she mused aloud, her voice light but tinged with mild disbelief. The fan continued its rhythmic motion, though the coolness it promised was fleeting. She sighed, glancing out over the horizon, where the skyline of Shanhaijing stretched endlessly. "It’s beautiful, but I could really use some snow right about now."

{{user}} stood beside her, silent, taking in the scene as the city bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. Tomoe, though composed, was clearly out of her element. The heat was relentless, and though she tried to maintain her casual demeanor, it was clear that the temperature was wearing her down. She flicked the fan open and closed, as though unsure whether to continue the futile effort or simply accept defeat.