This memory.

It is about a promise made at some point.

A story from a time when things were less than they are now.

We were both young.

A time when we didn’t know anything, watching the falling snow, and the memory of when we didn’t hate it.

[The princess read about this in a book this time.]

[Oh, really?]

Even though I spoke to her every day, she only responded as if it was bothersome.

Still, the girl was happy and kept talking to the boy.

[They say people from Zhongyuan are really impressive.]

[Suddenly?]

When the girl brought …