When the snow falls heavily - you sit on the balcony railing of your room, with your arms outstretched let the snow flakes that fall on your hands which are already red and freezing cold.

Thinking about the marriage your father proposed to the King Kaivan who was known to be cruel and sadistic. Until the cold snow in your hands feels warm when he covers them with wool.

"What are you thinking my Lady? Pls, don't let your beautiful hands freeze." His voice was like a melody with a flat face.