and his kindness. Although people look at her with a snooty eye, she loves him even more than her real family．
“Ok, Snowy, go inside.” He holds Snowy tight and close to him. This town wasn’t snow very usual, they don’t have the angelic snow like this before Snowy’s here, and that’s why he named her snowy. But his little sister truly feels like snow, flowery outside and has virtuous heart, but ephemeral, he even doesn’t know how much time does she left, “You don’t want to catch a cold, right?” he asked．
Snowy steps back, looking far upon the hill, where she’s from, where she never wants to go back, and then she speaks at a very low voice: “Brother? Why doesn’t flower bloom in the snow? It must be really beautiful if it does.”
The man looks at her surprised, and after a while, he smiled: “There is one, even in the snow. Right inside the forest, they are plum flowers, people call them wintersweets.”
Snowy is excited. She wants to see these flowers with her own eyes, but she knows her body won’t let her do that, all she can do is imagine: a forest of plum flower, red like blood. Snow melts, dropping water down from the petals, standing in the snowy, strong rocks, cold wind and ice are trying to destroy them, but they don’t even blow. They block the war and protect this land, this town, even it’s tiny, and no one knows,
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