Han Sooyoung carried the limp Kim Dokja on her back.

"...Kim Dokja, you said you always wanted to see an untouched snow field.. we're here, please open your eyes," she murmured softly.

Han Sooyoung had been dedicating her life to fulfill Kim Dokja's wishes. She didn't care if Kim Dokja was smaller, weaker and no longer himself. It didn't matter. As long as he was safe... as long as he was...

Han Sooyoung felt tears roll down her cheeks. It was hot and left a cold, stinging feeling.