Hokkaido's snow usually starts melting in March.
So even though it was already mid-February, snowflakes would still occasionally drift down from the sky towards the ground.
On the rooftop terrace of a building in Sapporo Central District, the cold wind howled with flurries of snow, causing people's clothing to flutter wildly.
Nozaki Cangjian stood at the edge, his hair blown messy by the wind. He slightly bowed his head to light the cigarette in his mouth with a lighter, but the wind was so strong that he failed to ignite it several times. Finally, abandoning dignity, he crouched down beside the wall for shelter to finally light it and took a satisfying drag.
"Hu—"
As if his life had finally been extended.
"Mr. Nobita, are you very cold?" Aoyama Xiu Xin came up and saw him huddled in the corner smoking, almost indistinguishable from a homeless person, looking rather pitiful.
One might have thought he was dumped the night before.
