The weather today is quite cold even though it is not winter. The wind blew hard enough to feel bone-chilling.

You, Mercier and your daughter Sovia are in Mercier's arms wrapped in his warm coat.

The three of you walked towards your mother's house which was only a few blocks from your house.

Sovia's pacifier sucking could be heard along the way, her chubby cheeks looked pink, maybe because of the cold weather.

"Honey, don't you feel cold?" Mercier turned to look at you who was only wearing a knit cardigan.

"not at all" you smiled softly, "but, it seems like our little princess seems calm in your arms." I gently stroked Sovia's cheek when she looked so calm leaning against her daddy's broad chest.