Yernia clumped some ice with her hands.
Even now, her hands felt cold despite the gloves on.
If she hadnât worn the gloves in advance, she wouldnât have been able to touch the ice due to frostbite.
Yernia glanced back at Cassian to see how he was doing.
âWhy are you so good at clumping, Cassian?ââ
As Cassian had pointed out, Yernia often fell ill when she was young, especially in the cold winter.
That was why Yernia hated being cold because it reminded her painfully of the time when she was unwell.
For that reason, Yernia rarely played with Cassian in the snow.
As an adult, it felt a bit strange to do something she wouldnât even do when she was young.
âDidnât you always make a snowman every winter without me knowing?â
âDonât you find it difficult?â
Yernia flinched in surprise.
âWhat do you mean, difficult? We can just make them together.â
He wanted them to help each other but she didnât want to.
Despite putting a lot of snow, it always fell down before she could even pile it up.
She attached the broken branches around her to it and it didnât look pretty.
Yerniaâs snowball was a baby compared to Cassianâs because her hands were too cold that she had to  breathe on them from time to time.
However, her snowman still appeared quite lumpy.
âThatâs ugly.â
âMy hands are too cold.â
âIf thatâs the body, that would come out as a tiny snowman. It looks like you.â
He laughed at the three huge-eyed snowball heads glued together.
Yernia smiled.
Cassianâs ridicule fired her up to win.
Yernia straightened her posture after rolling more ice.
âYouâll find out after you try it.â
Although its body was as small as her head, Â she thought it would be better to roll it than to stick it together like this.
âIâm doing the final touches on mine but your snowman wasnât even formed yet.â Cassian teased Yernia, who was rolling her ice hard.
Her snowman wasnât finished yet, but Cassian had already made a snowman much bigger than Yerniaâs and was in the process of making another one.
Suddenly, she doubted if she could really beat Cassian.
Yernia couldnât lose like this.
If she couldnât win, perhaps, she could interrupt even if she had to play dirty.
Yernia approached Cassian.
âI want to see yours.â
She rolled more ice again when she realized her snowman was, indeed, Â smaller than his.
Cassian, who knew nothing, seemed relaxed.
âOh, my!â
When she got closer, Yernia tried to slip and fall on purpose to crush Cassianâs snowman but her plan was out of the question.
âBe careful. You surprised me.â
It turned out Cassian had pulled her arm first.
How could he have such quick reflexes?
Was it because he was a soldier?
âHuh? Uh⦠Itâs because of the snow.â
It was impossible to attempt that again when it had already failed.
Whatever.
Nothing was going to stop her now.
Yernia lifted one foot and kicked Cassianâs snowman.
The artfully clumped snow collapsed.
She couldnât say it was a mistake because she did it so openly.
Cassian smiled bitterly as he stared at Yernia and his ruined snowman.
âYernia,! Youâââ
âWhy did you trust me?â
âWhy did you do it?â
Cassian narrowed his eyes at her, the corner of his mouth twitching.
Then, he threw his head back and laughed.
He had a pretty smile that no one could resist.
âI didnât want to be childish either. I just hated that you created your snowman better than mine.â
âHaha! Oh, youâre reallyââ I donât know what to do with you.â
Now, she was in a similar position to Cassian.
In fact, Yernia didnât intend to do this in the first place but every time Cassian pointed out how bad she was at something, she somehow felt annoyed.
Due to Cassianâs constant teasing and her burning desire to win, she did something childish in the end.
âYou know youâre being childish, right?â
Of course, she did. But instead of admitting, Yernia changed the subject.
âCassian. Iâve been thinking about not making separate snowmen anymore. Like you said before, letâs make it together.â Yernia suggested proudly but felt a bit apologetic towards Cassian when he didnât react.
She moved right next to him and rolled additional ice to the one he was clumping.
âTogether?â
âYes, Iâll make the head. You build the body. What do you think?â
âSure. As long as you donât disturb me again.â
âIâm not going to do it anymore.â
âHow can I trust you? You even asked me why I believed in you.â
âWe are now a team. We arenât enemies anymore, Cassian.â
âWhen were we?â
Cassian demanded as if he found that ridiculous.
They were never enemies, to begin with.
It was just that Yernia thought Cassian was picking a fight when he said her snowman was ugly.
Yena clumped ice as if she didnât hear what he said.
Suddenly, a silly prank crossed her mind and she immediately grabbed Cassianâs cheek  with her hands.
Her fingertips were close to his eyes that his brows furrowed from the cold.
The moment he faced Yernia, she realized that she had done something useless.
As she watched him up close while holding his handsome face, Yerniaâs heart ached again.
Suddenly, he pulled the back of Yerniaâs head and kissed her.
Since she was rolling some ice a while ago, her gloved hands were cold.
A bit of snow fell at the back of her neck and trickled to her back so Yernia shrug it off.
Was this revenge?
It was cold enough to make her nose red, but her soft lips were burning hot.
Cassianâs breath puffed into the dense air before he withdrew.
âThis is the price you pay  for ruining my snowman.â
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