December passed by quietly and steadily, and in the blink of an eye, January and New Year's Day arrived as expected.
January's weather is even colder than December's, and Holly is even less inclined to go out, spending nearly the whole day at home.
Living room, bedroom, study, kitchen—these few spaces she moves between, she doesn't even want to step out the door.
Say she doesn't like winter, but she actually quite likes it; say she likes winter, yet she doesn't want to go out—it must be a very conflicted feeling.
Leo went out to buy a bowl of wontons for Holly, and when he came in, he brought a chill with him.
"Such a little lazy bug."
Leo put the wontons in front of Holly and spoke slowly.
Keeping a certain distance from Holly, not too close nor too far, for fear of the cold air on him touching Holly.
"As they say, lazy people have lazy fortunes."
Holly yawned, a hint of laughter in her eyes.
