The temperature inside the cabin is high, but outside it is cold.
There's a thin layer of mist on the glass, swirling, moist and hot.
Her thoughts suddenly drifted to the day they had their first kiss.
The little girl was very sad, confessed to him, but asked that they don't meet again, her face full of tears.
He felt too much pity and heartache, couldn't help but kiss her.
She went blank, couldn't even speak.
He laughed and asked, "Why are you so inexperienced, where's your usual cleverness gone?"
She answered absentmindedly, "You took it."
A seemingly familiar question, an identical five-word answer.
Koa Jackson looked at her, only feeling that the heartache was like a tide, surging and pounding his chest, almost unbearable.
This was Mia Ginger.
His girl.
No matter what memories she had, no matter what personality she showed, the heart that beat in her chest would still lose its rhythm because of him, the heart that loved him remained constant, drawn by instinct.
