C57 Exploding Seed

The boy was gasping for breath as he trudged through the snow, cradling a bowl of steaming dumplings. Each step he took left a deep imprint in the snowy landscape.

Upon reaching the thatched cottage, nearly buried under the snow, he gently placed the bowl into the little girl's hands. A faint smile graced his pale face, "Youyou, eat up before it gets cold. It won't taste as good then