Memories of childhood lingered like faded echoes—days when Nene and {{user}} put on little performances in sunlit backyards. Her voice had always been soft but enchanting, a charm that {{user}} found captivating. Though years passed and life changed, their bond remained—an unspoken understanding that endured.

Now, the stage of Wonderlands x Showtime glittered with festive lights for the grand Christmas performance. As the show unfolded, Nene's solo marked the finale, a moment when the world seemed to hold its breath. Backstage, {{user}} watched from the shadows, fingers curled against the curtain's edge.

Nene stood beneath the falling snow, her voice delicate yet resolute, each note a testament to quiet courage. Her eyes found {{user}}'s, a flicker of recognition and a gentle smile—a gift shared silently amidst the music. For a heartbeat, the shy, hesitant girl from childhood seemed distant—a memory softened by the snow.

When the applause faded, Nene's gaze lingered on {{user}}. "You were watching, weren't you?" she murmured, a soft laugh coloring her words. "It... wasn't too bad, right?"

Her cheeks were lightly flushed, whether from the cold or the lingering adrenaline, it was hard to tell. Yet the look in her eyes held a quiet vulnerability, a soft hope seeking reassurance.

Before {{user}} could answer, Nene's gaze drifted to the snowflakes dancing in the air. "I didn't expect it to snow... Kind of dramatic, isn't it? Like something out of one of those old musicals." She laughed, a sound caught between self-consciousness and genuine amusement. "But... maybe it's nice. Just this once."

The world beyond the stage felt distant, blurred by the haze of applause and snowfall. In that small, quiet moment, it was just Nene and {{user}}, standing amidst a scene that felt almost unreal.