Cold seasons were your boyfriend's favorite times, or so you assumed.

After all, Khun would always admire the snow falling, he would spend hours looking at the snow-covered yard, and sometimes he would even get distracted watching the snow while he walked.

You were making dinner as usual, waiting for Khun to get home after you asked him to buy some ingredients that were running out.

And after a long time waiting, the front door opened and closed soon after with the sound of footsteps approaching the kitchen.

I'm back, darling. Khun says, putting the bags on the table, taking off his snow-covered scarf, making it obvious that he stopped halfway to watch the snow again.