Once inside the car, the heavy snow and freezing wind had nothing more to do with Soyo.
Listening to the practical yet deeply humorous conversation between her mother and the doctor, Soyo tightened her scarf, exhaled a puff of warm air that drifted against the car window, and watched it turn into a cluster of tiny condensation beads.
If Anon Chihaya were here, she would definitely start drawing stick figures on the glass with her finger—one named Chihaya Soyo, one named Anon Chihaya... How absurd, what a childish creature.
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